Hello again! I wrote a few days ago, but the story was not uploaded. Even if it is not published now, I think it will be useful for me to share and make it easier for me, even if no one reads it. As I wrote to you, I am one of those deluded sheep who are tied to online dating. NO, it's not my daily routine to write with strangers, but every person has something to lie to, deceive ... I wrote with him for half a year. He is a Turk (!), But that didn't bother me. It fascinates me long enough. Talk, explanations, attention ... I needed him. I like it. After long hesitations whether to go, I started with the idea just to meet. I went on a day trip. We saw each other for a few hours. Everything was fine, except for the communication - I don't speak English. I understand that when I read, I can write more or less, but I can't speak. Anyway - we got along somehow. I came home, we continued to write to each other, to talk. The next sleep appointment was already being discussed. I decided I needed to go. Nothing interesting happens in my life, no emotion, no thrill, and that's how I needed them. I'm 27 and I haven't slept with a man. He knew that. It was very clear to me what would happen when I went and I wanted it to happen. You had to get rid of that burden at this age to be a virgin. Yes, burden, burden ... After each year it becomes harder to admit someone close to you. I had told him everything, I didn't worry. I knew nothing would come of it, but I needed to do it. He was the first to make me think about sex, awaken in me the dormant passions. I wanted sex. That's it. And so I went. He greeted me. I was nervous. We spent the day walking around the city, we went to eat, to drink coffee. All nice things, if we could talk and have a free conversation. The lack of normal communication, I think it fucked up everything. The evening came and we headed to the hotel. I felt some excitement about what was coming, but I expected more. He had chosen a very nice hotel. We sat by the window - a nice view over the city. We were on the seventh floor. We drank red wine. Wonderful, but we hardly talked ... He started pulling me to him and kissing me. It was as if he wanted to move on to the essential part, as if he were already tired of this silence. I tried to procrastinate a bit, I wanted to feel calmer. I hadn't done it, though. We kissed, caressed ... but that wasn't enough. After a while, he said he went to the condom car. Slow down, I don't know why. It doesn't matter. He went upstairs, undressed, and went into the bathroom. I wanted to go to him, but I was ashamed. And he came out. He lay down next to me on the bed and we started kissing and pushing again. He took off my blouse and bra, began to touch my breasts, to kiss them. Then I said I wanted a shower too. Answer that we will take together. He undressed me quickly and we went to the bathroom kissing, huddled together. It was nice, I needed that emotion. I could feel his cock behind me. I liked it. He ran his hands all over my body. He put a finger in me. The water was running down us ... He knelt in front of me between my legs and started licking me. It was nice ... My desire was growing. I wanted it. He came out of the bathroom and left me alone. I recovered and went to him. I lay down next to him with the towel. He climbed on top of me and started kissing and caressing me. He started licking me again, stirring with his finger, to play with my clit. Then he went upstairs and started to put his cock in my mouth, but roughly, I could not take it, I was getting up. And it was hard for me to push him, so he sat on my head. He felt, maybe he lay on his back, I gave him a blowjob, he licked me from below. Was good. It was my first time. He finished and fell asleep. And I wanted to, I was shivering for more, but he was asleep! I don't know how much time passed, I started to get nervous and a little bit I started to wake him up, to want. :( He got up, went to the bathroom, came to me, started stroking me, but he didn't seem to care about me. I felt him, I felt uncomfortable and withdrew. However, he seemed to be angry that he I turn my back and become more insistent. He started trying to get inside me, but he wasn't firm enough. I don't know why exactly. I was doing what I could. And he knew, that I had no experience and did not expect to be able to God knows what. After all, we started having sex. He was moving quite fast. It didn't hurt, it came in easily, there was no blood. And it was my first time. Then he turned me into a dog pose, but he didn't get up, he fell. We both felt uncomfortable. I refused to ask - I obviously didn't arouse him, I didn't like him, nothing that said the opposite. We went to sleep. Embraced. It was nice. I was asleep when I felt him start to wake me up a little, to put his hand between my legs, to caress me. He pulled me harder, took off my clothes, started licking me again, rougher than before, biting, sucking. And at that moment he got up and pushed me so hard he started to move quite hard, to get faster and faster. And I was sleepy, but I liked it. He basically did whatever he wanted with me. I started to feel pain, it was as if his member was leaning against a wall and could not go deeper. And he has a lot of dignity, I guess I was shallow (short). My nascent pleasure is gone. He continued to be rude. He just waited for me quite rudely. I felt warmth in me, I don't know where it ended, he said it wasn't in me. I really hope not. And I don't think so, but I can't be sure. In the morning we went for breakfast. We didn't try to talk to her anymore. We went up to the room, he asked for a massage. I did it to him. He got excited, asked for a whistle, I just gave him a check. He finished briefly. He went to the bathroom ... It was time to take me to the bus. I went up. In a few hours he asks me how far I have come. And that was the last time he was interested. He had told me in the car before that I had lied to him, that I had been a virgin. That I wasn't. And I was! He said, that it entered me too easily. I do not know why. He was the first. Then I asked him several times what the problem was. He said it was just communication. But he knew that. He said I was good, that he wasn't enough. We both expected more, we dreamed of more. And he cut me off. It wasn't for me. I deserved a better man and such nonsense spoke to me. Somehow it would have been easier for me if he had told me "don't turn me on, she wasn't good". And he both told me that he liked me and cut me off ... It was definitely not what I expected, but I didn't expect much. But apparently he had very high expectations. We were both disappointed. He had at least a few orgasms. Me nothing. Yes, now I feel a little better than the fact that I had some sex. A little better emotionally. Apparently I disappointed him that it didn't show anything, that I am a virgin. I do not know. And it doesn't matter anymore. All ended. I lost a weight from my back, but the fact that he dumped me makes me sick ... Thanks to everyone who read. I expect mostly criticism, not understanding. Only he who has been through something like this can understand. Nice and quiet evening!
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Well ... I don't know what was so interesting to tell, but if the story is true - it just confirms all the prejudices about his various Turks and Arabs on the net. Every bg. uncle from the VIP in any random bg. a disco would make you ... better, and then offer you more than a dumb snack and bye. At least this Turk finally came out honest and you told yourself the real intentions, because there are others who would want to marry you because of the visa, so to speak, and then it gets scary. Otherwise - it's good that you didn't bleed, let him fry in his own sauce now, thinking he didn't fix a virgin (the way he wanted me to fix and that was his only goal with you), but to you, darling, where is your head not to wear condoms and have unprotected sex with such an unfortunate person - not only did he end up in you (as you describe him), but you also gave him blowjobs without a condom, in which case he may have contracted some kind of venereal disease hepatitis. This is not Bulgaria for you - 7 million. hat, Turkey is a large country, bordering the countries of the 4th world, which spread AIDS, hepatitis and tuberculosis, not to mention that there are areas that are still in the Middle Ages. Now wait for your next period and hope you are not pregnant. Monitor your body for any skin problem - see a doctor! After 3 months, he took an HIV test. You are a big fool! 27 years to beware of some idiot! You should have played with any of your classmates at the age of 17 - he would have fixed you much better and he would have had respect. What happened, now look at your life and look at the other time with a normal boy or man. Any random on the bar of any random bg. disco is a better choice than its various Turks and Arabs on the net. You may have no experience, but I will tell you that, as you describe them, the Turk in question corrected you terribly illiterate, thinking only of his own pleasure! To him, you were just a sex doll. Your story is otherwise boring and banal. If it's made up, you're not good at it. We've all had better sex than this, because it just can't get any worse.