Some guys do not like emotions. They want to fuck a woman that lacks emotions. Sounds strange to me. Its like to ask zebra to get rid of its stripes before entering savanna 😁 Dont misunderstand me, there are "no-drama" women! But their emotional battles are inside! I like emotional women , outside version, they present so much energy. Look at me 🤣 women are hurricanes ! And men are like Dr Phils 🤔 trying to understand what is behind her dramatic behavior 😁 for idiot men her emotions are always menstrual 🤦 for normal men it has just one explanation : a woman !!
On the other hand, I dont like emotional men 😁 i had a boss who was very emotional, from south europe. Emotions on men are not masculine, what a crybaby. Females visible emotions are balansed by mens capacity to hide emotions. Thats how it should be!
Can u imagine a man throwing spoons and folks and screaming "i hope u die...painfully!" 😂😂 i wouldnt wish to fuck this wimp 😁 but if i scream the same, then it sounds wild, savage and passionate 😤😜 genders are equal, but not really same-same emotionally 😁
On the other hand, angry men are funny. I have made many men angry, not intentionally, it just happens. My biggest problem is that i start to get bloody giggles when others are angry . I had giggles problem long ago. Have a funny memory from childhood, i was like 6-7. Once my dad was angry at us, children, cause we, it was me actually, broke home phone, the old version phone like this ☎️ but red. He called us all to his desk, to know who did it. Normally he behaved like a military when summoning us, that meant that we should stand in birth order and with hands down and still. Like soldiers. He would ask "who did it? I know that one of you is responsibile. Who is it?"
You need to know that i had a strange family where kids were teamed up against parents , we were outsmarting parents to avoid physical punishment. We, kids, had a set of rules. Treason and traitors were not allowed. The punishment was heavy - total boycott. My eldest sisters, who had most to lose, cause they were normally punished first, were very strict and rules were applied with no age consideration. I was boycotted first time when was 5 just because i said that my sister who was ten, liked a guy in her class. My mother got angry, she said some harsh words to my sister and made her very upset, she made her cry. After that day i understood that 1. Do not speak about liking a guy (definetly forget about loving someone) 2. Boycott is very hard punishment but it taught me to keep my mouth shut. And thats the day when i started to map mine fields.. its a field full of daily mines, dangers, that i should try to avoid. My map saved me many times, today i use it just as amusement when hunt 😁
Back to my dad whom i loved despite his cruelness, despite his odd charachter, he was a father i strived all my life, even after he died, to impress. Anyway, his interrogation didnt go well. None of us said a word. He was pressuring us mentally, we had to look in his eyes and reply on his question. I was the last in the line, all previous said no, he asked me to look in his eyes. I raised my eyes from the floor into his dark scary eyes, ice cold, popping out - fish eyes.. i am the only one left. Whoever did it is going to have tet-a-tet with dad, will get physical punishment and u r not allowed to cry.. old school.. Never. I am not confessing a shit . i looked back in my dads eyes with same coldness and said very calmly and firmly: "i didnt do that". I lied.
But he didnt move his eyes , he was still looking inside my eyes, his eyes opposite my eyes, we were staring at each other when i suddenly start to feel that giggles are building up inside me and very soon i am going to have a laugh attack. Oh, no! And then ,i think he saw my eyes changing from fear to laugh, and his eyes changed in the same manner. All this time or maybe just now he saw how funny all this situation with a broken phone was. He said quickly - "one of u is lying. I will find it out. Now u r dismissed."
All four kids run to children rum, i was first..i run in and took first pillow, pushed it to my face and started laughing so that no one could hear. My giggles disappered after some time but i continued to have giggles when my dad was trying to talk to me, which is why i always looked on the floor or elsewhere, just to not to see his eyes😂 funny memory today, but was really scary then.
I was asked to write a book. Several times. about muslim childhood, adhd, sexuality, women issues. I was told it might help youth and women from our region to feel better about themselves, maybe to relate to own situation. I dont know. I would have written more than one. I carry with me many women stories, i have heard and seen. Many. I have an aunt who went through arranged marriage that ended up in her carrying all faults and tragedy of being kicked out . another woman with a husband who accidentally killed his friend who happened to be my moms best Friend husband, and how it ended where it started, very dramatically. Or a story of a woman who couldnt give birth, her tears and pressure she went through..a story of a woman who was treated as slave, her son is my cousin. A story of my other cousin who had to leave her son in order to marry again, that boy is dead now. A story of my uncle who lived with a guilt and had to step up to save His dead brothers wife following the tradition.. these are real stories, real people, good people that had to sacrifise themselves, be not selfish but then lost own purpose in life.. And i have more stories. They are all very dramatical. I feel anxiety some times, cause someone should tell their stories. I just dont know how to make sure that those stories will come out the way they should. I wish i could publish under pseudonym. In my wild imagination i turn their stories to books and send money to each woman suffered together with the book with the story. Unfortunately some of those women are dead. I need a guidance to know how it works with writing a book and publishing it🤷🏻♀️ to make a manus for film would have been even more interesting!!
Now i will jump to sex topic, as usually. It started with me putting nice clothes, looking great, cause i was going to f-u-c-k. Instead all ended with breaking up!
During same day he started to accuse me in not following his rules, that he is disappointed and he doesnt want to see me, just today. Bam! I got also angry, it wasnt my fault that i turned down all his suggestions cause they were all stupid! And he is not in a power to make a desicion on its own when he decides to cancel! Then i thought i dont give a shit, i go there anyway and then he said he was not home. Its a Fucking bullshit! U r home. But ok, u want a war, u get a war 🤺🤺
Minutes later i was breaking up and he was like, its all my fault bla bla bla as if it was my idea! Many guys use this cheap bazaar level trick! U cancel, why it is my fault?! U fucking lied to me!! If i had a spear i would have drilled it through ur heart! I was furious and started in my head scrolling all my contacts to choose a new potential candidate - too nice, no to no-hair, too friendly, no to bisexual, steroid varning, too young, no to virgin guys, bubble head, stupid, boring, ancient, married, not from the area, too scared, childish, too old, not trained, no abs, trashy attityde, too submissive, too big.. U name it. No one felt just right 🤷🏻♀️
All the way through shops i was thinking whom should i meet first, anxiety of meeting new someone, to go through the procedure of getting to know and knowing that nine out of ten will not be able to handle me. All my rejection list is a poor list of poor excuses to hide the real reason, i dont think i am a likable person, i will be rejected and will feel strange bc of it, feel angry and explode. There is nothing wrong with all those guys, its me who carry a shit!
I finally reached train station, seating on the bench, waiting.. suddenly i realised that i am seating in exact distance between bus that will take me home and train that will take me to him. It is exactly same amount of time to travel. And both depart exactly same time. What an interesting coincidence!💯💥💯 I am still horny but less angry. So i decided to check this strange coincidence. I messaged him exactly the situation, he had a final choice, either he removes the ban and we meet as planned even without sex, or i take a bus and the moment it departs then the breakup is real. His decision.
Instead of jumping out of Happiness he started to list His conditions, that i should promise this and that and other stuff. I mean seriously? U r a fucker, bitch! What conditions?! 🤣 But I replied ok to his terms but also added Genie's favorite " be carefull with what u wish for", which is an indirect warning to mess things up 😁 next moment i was in the train , on my way to no-sex meeting. It ended up ,of course, with fucking after long time of conversation while naked in bed. You should also try to converse naked in bed 😍 i love it! I cum and then left 😁 he cum too even though he was so fucking "disappointed". 😁 Just shut up and fuck me, u little twatt 🤣🤣
I had a long orgasm cause for the first time he managed to not to pull out and didnt stop when i was cuming. in anal orgasm the longer he is inside when cuming, the longer gets orgasm. When i finally finished, which he patiently waited for, he cum. He is very considerate in general.., for example, he wouldnt cum inside cause he knows that its not fun for women afterwards. I asked him to do if he wants. But he said no. This type of consideration men lack, generally. Woman is not just a vessel for ur dick! A small gesture of care whouldnt hurt, right! A considerate man is rare nowadays!
And here comes a song "Boom" by Sean Paul/Busy Signal ! I like Sean Paul, he always look cool, Snoop Dog too btw, always cool! Some people just have this look! Which is kind of sexy 😍😍
