My sex life began at age 18. And somewhere around the age of 22, I had a thought that sex in a relationship is the most important thing. With skills and skills in bed, a woman can retain a man with 100% confidence. I have always said to all my friends one phrase: "Night cuckoo perekukuet day!" Now I am 28 and I understand - I was a fool, not a guru of sex. I was greatly mistaken and only frightened off men.
It is worth mentioning a couple of facts about me. Firstly, I - pronounced choleric. Because of the temperament and violent reaction, both in everyday life and in bed, more than enough. Secondly, I welcome self-study. And with the advent of the Internet, you can learn anything as regards the intimate sphere of life. Thirdly, I am a supporter of frank conversations with a man and discussions that someone likes, because we are not in the program "guess the melody."
And here I am all so temperamental, well-read and watched on the Internet, I start as a geisha to please every man with whom I start a relationship.
What phrases I just did not hear! For example, one said: “Oh, how much you can do ... Probably you are so experienced ...” At that moment, you wanted to turn into a log and say: “And now I look innocent and blameless - do you like that better?” And I understood that in this relationship I had a consumer attitude with a frequency of once a month ... Apart from sex, we never spent time together and in no way. And none of us particularly wanted this. After all, feelings from sex does not appear.
It suited me, because the physiological need has not been canceled, and it’s better that way. But then I did not understand that the lack of feelings in sex really beats him by his quality. After all, after a good night, a woman should want to whiten the ceilings, and not curl up and cry, turned to the wall. One word, this relationship ended with the fact that he fell in love with a new employee and our periodic meetings stopped.
Another fan said that for a girl like me, he is a bad lover: "I am as I am ..." As a result, against my background, he developed complexes and he left me. At what without hiding the reasons: in sex, I can and I know much more than he. And that is what humiliates him as a man in his own eyes.
The third one did not listen to me in bed, that is, the game was one-sided: he asks - I do, I ask - they ignore me. Although my requests were much smaller and more innocent than his ... But I tolerated, because he called me in marriage ... I thought that sooner or later he would hear me, but ... His birthday came ... I dressed in lace lingerie and black transparent peignoir ( bought specially for the occasion). I am waiting for him from work under the slogan: "Where you don't lick, where you don't smell, everything is delicious."
Something like this ... 🙂
I set the table, turned off the light, and with a cake and candles I went out of the kitchen to the corridor. I go to meet and think: "Here he came, and I not only that the hostess, so also the inventor. He will demolish the tower from this type. Perhaps he will start to appreciate me even more." But ... life is what happens to us when we plan something completely different. With an absolutely imperturbable look and a tone of arrogance of the teacher, he said: "And I knew you would think up something ..." He turned around, went into the bedroom and turned on the TV ... It is not hard to guess that it was our last meeting ... Moreover, a week later left me, and not vice versa.
The moral of this fable is simple and consists of two parts: the first part - for any circus performer there is an even more skillful circus performer. And the second - value in the relationship first of all yourself.
Because, it turns out, in a relationship, a man is not held by sex, but by the feelings he feels for a woman outside the bed.
