My problem: his tail

Hanna thinks we men are all fixated on cocks. She says, “If I talked about my vagina the way you guys talk about your penis, you’d all think we’re crazy!” She thinks men make too much of a fuss, we’re so scared that he won’t do what we want, or that he won’t do what we want at the right time, or that he won’t get enough attention. She notices that penises are constantly highlighted: “We have to keep looking at him and keep admiring and praising him. We have to keep talking about him. Imagine if we women asked that of you! »

First, I think it would be totally okay if women were more aggressive. I would very easily satisfy the desire for more admiration and viewing pleasure. I don’t know if this sometimes tense behavior can be explained by men’s fixation on pecking or if there are social norms, character traits, upbringing, biology, I have no idea if this difference is due to other reasons, but yes, it could be fix that.

Second, I believe Hanna is right in this case. But what can I say, it is also right to go into it in detail, it really is a very well thought-out part of the body, evolution can sometimes be appreciated.

Anyway. Let’s get down to business, the two-plus-er.

I was with Franziska. The woman who slept with me and her husband who just wanted to watch. I knew what the man looked like. She sent me a picture of him and I had met her anyway. she was hot He doesn’t. I liked that. If he had been in really good shape and everything, I probably would have made a different decision. I’m really happy with how I look, but I don’t need to have someone in the stands who looks much better. I’m not a masochist.

The man, a bit fat, a bit older, nice guy, poured whiskey, then rum, then more whiskey. He was Spanish and spoke English. Instead of “check” he always said “jeck” which I found a bit tiresome, but I also didn’t want to be a teacher so I let him do it. Unfortunately he said “jeck” a lot, he never said “yes” or “okay” but always “jeck”. But yes, it was the weekend, I was free.

He told us to continue, so Franziska and I go to the bedroom and get to work. I’ve been drinking now. But also pleasantly excited.

When we were both naked I’m already wondering if maybe he forgot about us, maybe, no idea, football or something, not that interested at all, came jerk pure. He wore a bathrobe, a thick white one like in a hotel, and sat down on the chair next to the bed. I nodded at him. We continued.

Well on its way now, all right, I’d almost forget he’s there. We switch positions, I look at him, wrong, big mistake. The man now had his coat open and was playing with himself.

I expected everything but not that, maybe because I instinctively assumed she invited me because her husband has a small penis and he’s so generous and wants her to get her money’s worth, don’t know, something like that. I really expected a lot, but not THAT MUCH. Let’s put it this way: the man could have matched any porn actor.

I did what you have to do in a situation like this: I did my best as if my life depended on it. When we were done I said I had to leave immediately.

Was it better than last time in Küsnacht? Let’s put it this way: I had sex anyway.

Was it worth the sex? Well, think of it as a courtesy. If I hadn’t gone I wouldn’t have anything to say. And if I hadn’t had anything to tell you, Hannah would have read to you the Levites again.

so long

am