I've been asked if I've ever dated a real headbanger. Yes, I said, but it wasn't fun. In both cases not. Actually there were quite a few more, and I have to say that these guys are mostly really nice and very responsive to a woman. And with the long hair and the camouflage clothes they're kind of really cute too, with their 3/4 pants, but you better not ask what they want, because a serious woman with normal wants and needs really brings them into disrepute.
It was between the time I separated from my husband and our divorce. And of course I was looking for someone who didn't just want my body, and that's not easy. When we talked about sex he told me he had some desires that not every woman or man would like to fulfill and I said I hadn't tried everything and certain things still interested me. It's like my apprenticeship when I had to learn how to catch a trout, kill it in one fell swoop, and then slit open its stomach and take out its guts over the sink with the water running. This works several times. Only at some point you are so desperate that you beat the poor animal to a pulp and, disgusted to death, of course, then refuse to "eat it as punishment". So feel free to believe the rumours,
He was very nice. And really cute in his 3/4 camo pants. But he had a very perverse desire. Urine. And, given the reports that some people drink urine every day, their own urine because it's healthy, and since it was also tested, it wasn't a risk either. He was a nice guy who appreciated good food and chip shops as much as I did and never felt embarrassed or uncomfortable. Whether it was to the funfair or to the pub or to the scene, he was happy to take me everywhere and even introduce me to his father. I was drawn to his warmth and affection and lost myself in his eyes. But he was just a typical chameleon and with his vest with the patches, of course, sexually worth an experience, and also some compromises. He was happy that I wanted to make him happy and I expressed that I don't know if and how often I can do that because I don't like it per se, but I'm curious, but that would also be the maximum in this area. So we went to take a shower. And I remember kneeling in front of him and he was very happy and just laughing it's like in porn. The taste is like the smell and really not recommended. You have to like someone very much, including their smell, to be able to do something like that at all. But he took revenge when we were with him. "Sit on my face," he said. I was a bit irritated and he said he was serious and dispelled my concerns that he might not be able to breathe anymore and promised to give signs immediately if it was too much for him. He said the liquid didn't bother him, I would have noticed that. He laid his face on the back of his couch and so I crouched over it, trying very hard not to touch his face. He then gave me oral sex like I had done for him in the shower back then. He really enjoyed the experience.
Since then I've seen the guys at Wacken a little differently, and even though I compared it to the "Thor" that was playing at the same time, I had to learn that you shouldn't pay any price for beauty. He wanted to talk to a neighbor about criticism of the landlord. I turned it down and then kicked him out. Later, elsewhere, it was shown that this boundary should be drawn. Up to here and no further. With every man, whether with or without sex, and no matter what your relationship is. And if you have to get out of the shower to yell at someone in the hallway. Otherwise you'll end up waking up under the bridge.
It was between the time I separated from my husband and our divorce. And of course I was looking for someone who didn't just want my body, and that's not easy. When we talked about sex he told me he had some desires that not every woman or man would like to fulfill and I said I hadn't tried everything and certain things still interested me. It's like my apprenticeship when I had to learn how to catch a trout, kill it in one fell swoop, and then slit open its stomach and take out its guts over the sink with the water running. This works several times. Only at some point you are so desperate that you beat the poor animal to a pulp and, disgusted to death, of course, then refuse to "eat it as punishment". So feel free to believe the rumours,
He was very nice. And really cute in his 3/4 camo pants. But he had a very perverse desire. Urine. And, given the reports that some people drink urine every day, their own urine because it's healthy, and since it was also tested, it wasn't a risk either. He was a nice guy who appreciated good food and chip shops as much as I did and never felt embarrassed or uncomfortable. Whether it was to the funfair or to the pub or to the scene, he was happy to take me everywhere and even introduce me to his father. I was drawn to his warmth and affection and lost myself in his eyes. But he was just a typical chameleon and with his vest with the patches, of course, sexually worth an experience, and also some compromises. He was happy that I wanted to make him happy and I expressed that I don't know if and how often I can do that because I don't like it per se, but I'm curious, but that would also be the maximum in this area. So we went to take a shower. And I remember kneeling in front of him and he was very happy and just laughing it's like in porn. The taste is like the smell and really not recommended. You have to like someone very much, including their smell, to be able to do something like that at all. But he took revenge when we were with him. "Sit on my face," he said. I was a bit irritated and he said he was serious and dispelled my concerns that he might not be able to breathe anymore and promised to give signs immediately if it was too much for him. He said the liquid didn't bother him, I would have noticed that. He laid his face on the back of his couch and so I crouched over it, trying very hard not to touch his face. He then gave me oral sex like I had done for him in the shower back then. He really enjoyed the experience.
Since then I've seen the guys at Wacken a little differently, and even though I compared it to the "Thor" that was playing at the same time, I had to learn that you shouldn't pay any price for beauty. He wanted to talk to a neighbor about criticism of the landlord. I turned it down and then kicked him out. Later, elsewhere, it was shown that this boundary should be drawn. Up to here and no further. With every man, whether with or without sex, and no matter what your relationship is. And if you have to get out of the shower to yell at someone in the hallway. Otherwise you'll end up waking up under the bridge.
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