I guess I’m picky. I have a clear idea about my partner. A long time ago I made a compromise and it wasn’t the same. Yes, the relationship produced the most valuable thing in my life, my son, but I struggled intellectually. The friend only read the tabloids. He managed the last of the books Honzik’s way in elementary school, and we didn’t even agree on raising our son.
After the breakup of the relationship, I devoted myself fully to my son. And when he was with my father, I barricaded myself at home with a book in my hand. Sometimes a man flashed through my life, but I never introduced him to my son and I preferred to meet only when the son was with the father.
Of course, such relationships did not last long. But I had a clear idea of the qualities of the new partner and I wasn’t going to compromise. That’s why my relationships were based mostly on sex. I am not shy at all and I like to indulge my passion. I have never had a problem with any of my partners in this area and we have always agreed on what we like. During the evening we changed several positions, I did not resist the use of intimate toys and I liked to satisfy my partner orally. And when my partner also gave me oral sex, I considered the evening more than successful.
Once my employer sent me for training. An interesting lecturer gave us a lecture. He kept making eye contact with me while explaining. During the break he came to ask me if I liked his lecture. We chatted and almost forgot that the last block was still to come. Of course, Drahoš’s invitation to coffee was extended. There I found out that he not only looks perfect and loves well-tailored suits, but is also a pleasant companion, reads the same books and is charming.
I don’t know if it’s possible at my age, but I fell in love at first sight. And since Drahoš invited me to the theater in two days, I felt interest on his part as well. At the end of the evening he whispered in my ear: “It really suits you. Next time I won’t resist and you’ll be mine. You’re my Beata.” I looked at him and said: “That’s the Latin equivalent of my name.” He smiled and we kissed beautifully, and then it was time to make love for the first time. He was a tough lover. He took everything he wanted. He alternated the positions he felt like. He informed me that he likes it with his mouth at the beginning. That he would stand and I would kneel before him. I didn’t mind that.
During the next love-making, he turned me onto my stomach, lay on top of me and told me without compromise: “I have such a thing. I like it anal at the end. It makes me stronger.” But that was the only thing I didn’t do and didn’t want to do in bed. Drahoš was not about to compromise and persuaded me to try it. He wasn’t trying to turn me on at all, he was just making love to me normally and suddenly I felt a sharp pain and knew he had taken what he wanted. I gritted my teeth and endured it, but I didn’t like it.
I was not looking forward to the next meeting. I felt that Drahoš would not want to compromise. He is so dominant that the sex will be exclusively the way he wants it. “Beetle, I didn’t like it much last time. It hurt a lot,” I pitched when he came. Drahoš was surprised, the other women said they loved it. “But I don’t love it. We can take it slow or find something else. I won’t put it like that.” I said desperately. He shrugged and we parted amicably. It is said that he has high demands on the quality of his life and will not back down. I guess I was relieved. I don’t want that kind of sex.
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