I have no idea why I'm posting this. Advice on how to get over it would be great, but I don't know if that's what I'm looking for out of this. Maybe I just want to see it myself, organized and in front of me. Hell, maybe I think if I type it out it'll get out of my head for good. Whatever the reason, here it is;
I've got a girlfriend of around a year now. A bit less, I have no idea the actual length, she does of course. I've never had such a long relationship, and never liked a girl like I like her. As for her, she's in love with me. We had a talk a few weeks ago, I said it, she said, ever since then she's been saying she loves me. That was the only time I said it though. I don't know if I love her, I don't even know why I said it at the time. Just an impulse I guess. She's a great person, but I don't know if I love her. Maybe I do, but I can't get past the disgusting thoughts. Oh yeah, those. Guess I'll get into them-
It's not that she's fat- she always was. It's unattractive, but that's not who a person is, I like her enough I on't really care that much, hardly notice. First off, I cum quick. I was extremely premature, like not even 30 seconds, when we first met. She would get frustrated quite a few times, even got mad once or twice. but always apologized later and was sensitive about it. Until of course she told her friends about my problem. I didn't know about her telling them until quite a while later, but I still feel hurt and betrayed about that. I wouldn't go telling my friends she was loose. I can't really get over that. I have a hard time letting things go, I guess, especially when I get hurt. I still refuse to see her friends, and the few times I do, I just stay distant and avoid talking to them. Not that I want to anyway- they suck as people, and I didn't like them to begin with. Then again, I suck as a person too based on this post so far. One day we went to a hotel, went to the strippers and I got drunk. This was the plan, so I could last long and wed have a great night of sex. Well, I got too drunk, and couldn't keep it up, but itd get hard enough to fuck when she went down. So it was constantly her gong down, then sex. Eventually I just gave up and told her I finished, rolled over and went to sleep. The next day I let her drive, I was wiping tears from my eyes, I'd cried in bed. I just couldn't take it anymore, I'd given up. Fuck it, right? I'm horrible, not even getting drunk fixes it now, to hell with it all. That was pretty much the first time I cried, like ever. I'd given up hope- what else is there to do when you've given up on everything? Might as well cry. Since then, I've gotten a bit better in bed- I went to the doctor and he gve me some anti-depressants. The same day I started them, which was too soon for them to actually take effect, I tried the start-stop method. We had sex for even longer than we would have when I'd get drunk, and the second time was amazingly long for me, and I didn't even have to stop once. I miss that night, it hasn't been like that since. Still a lot better than before, but that night was special. The first time lasting so long, and the second round was amazing that I lasted so long. We'd fucked 7 times once, and I was just as quick on the 7th as on the first. This was different. But even then, I still couldn't even hope to last as logn as her previous partners. Oh, those guys- lets get into them
So one day laying in bed, she asked me how many people Id slept with. I knew this would end bad, so I didn't want to talk about it. She pushed it and told me shed slept with a bit under 10 guys. I know the number but its close enough to ten so whatever. I'd slept with less, maybe I'm insecure about it because of that, I never got the chance to go have a bunch of one night stands. Maybe, I just thought the girl I was in a relationship with wouldn't have slutted around, shed have had one or two guys, things would work perfect. Guess not. Stupid real life.
She never had a real boyfriend. She met a guy at the bar and lost her virginity to him, while high on e. She was addicted to that for a while. She fucked him for a while. Maybe a fuck-buddy thing. Though apparently theyd talk late at night n the phone, so maybe a boyfriend thing, just without the going out and spending time together. I guess he wasn't good in bed, and was average lasting. Then after that, to make herself feel better (fucking for validation? A woman? Noooo way, right. Hah!), she slept with a bunch of guys. All while drunk. She fucked two guys in one night, seperately, right after each other. While high on mdma. Disgusting, whore behaviour. She also had a 3 some- one was a guy shed fucked a couple times, another was his friend. That didn't end well. Apparently the friend "oh my god he was huge, like this big around!" (though she could fit him in her mouth so can't be exceptional. At least I tell myself that) tried to poke her in the ass, and it hurt. That ended that. These two situations are disgusting to me and I just can't get over them, and thinkign baout what a whore she acted like. And how sad it was that she was doing it to make herself feel better, and doing drugs al lthe time (only had sex high two nights, but still). Other than the first guy, they all lasted long too. She said normally 1-2 hours of fucking, and two of the guys (including one she fucked 3 or 4times) never finished. Not counting the 3some, since she's the reason they didn't finish. Then again, she was a bar skank, and they were hammered. But even when I'm hammered I don't often come close to that. Maybe an hour at most now. But before, no way, maybe 10-20 minutes. And those thoughts still linger, the depression.
One was a 35 year old, he was the only one to get her off from fucking. He was apparently "the best in bed. (with a smirk on her face) what a fun night." He also went down on her for a bit, but she didn't get off that way. She got off with another guy, but had to rub herself while he fucked her. Other than that nothing. I've made her cum from oral a thousand times, and once she was on top, and I lasted long enough that she finished. I was on painkillers and was drinking (in order to prepare to go to a party populated with her friends- how sad is that?), so I could last. We fucked and I didnt finish, she went to pick up her sister, came back and got on top. I was quick again but she would stop for a bit and rub herself on my penis. She Finished from the inside. I didn't believe her but why would she lie once, before that night at the strippers no less. Didn't make me feel good- she was doing the work for one, and for two it only happened once, a fluke. The old guy got her off in the first time, and here I was doing everything I could, and still am, and can't get her off. She says it's the best sex she's ever had (I may have snuck a peek at her diary), and lately I've been doing positions that are even better. And I'm lasting ok- maybe a half hour of sex, with me slowing down or stopping when the urge to cum comes up. But if that's true, why wouldn't she cum? Why can't I do it, what's wrong with me? I know she wouldn't cum everytime, but never from penetration, it's just defeating when I know she's able to, and has twice (once old guy, once me), but I just can't get her to. Only from going down. Yeah it's good I can still get her off with my mouth, but I'd like to not have to fall to that every time. Pathetic.
I just don't know- I'm not nearly as bad as I used to be, but I'm still depressed about being premature, it still eats meup. And as for her past, I just can't take it some days. In the past two weeks I've made her cry at least half the days. I'll tell her I don't feel like talking. Shell press on and try to talk, and I end up making her cry. I don't want to be disgusted with her. There've been a few times where we'd be sleeping in the same bed and I wouldn't want her touching me, just sleeping on seperate ends of the bed. I was so disgusted with her and the things she'd done I didn't want to look at her, touch her, nothing. But then a day or two later I'll be fine, and realise it's in the past, it doesn't matter. And then a week later, I'll be back to getting depressed over her past, and on the really bad days disgusted. Rarely to the point of not toucing her. If she was smart she'd break up with me, and I've told her so. But she loves me, doens't want to. I've been wanting to lately, though- I just don't know if I can handle it, every week or two thinking about the things she's done and having my brain just go nuts, depressed, disgusted. Why would she do that, it's gross, it's sad, and to make it worse IM sleeping with her now. Who wants to date a slut? I don't even care too much about her magic number anymore, just because in my mind they were all better than me (even though apparently I'm the longest, and second widest). And plus the few bad incidents she had. The reason she did it is the saddest part. And I certainly don't want to make her cry all the time, but it does happen, at least once every 2 or 3 weeks. Sometimes it's just because I'm an asshole, usually it's because of her past or my insecurities. My insecurities, my penis size sometimes cause them, but that's rrae. Usually it's endurance issues that destroy my self worth. Or how I still think every guy she had before me was better, even though she doesn't think that at all. Plus insecure that she's slept with more people. I don't like it when I hate her, and when I hate myself. But it happens quite as of late.
I sitll don't know why I wrote this. It was a bad day. I guess I'm trying to calm myself down a bit so I don't make her cry. She's at the gym, trying to lose weight because she knows how I feel about that too. But I didn't ask her to change, the only thing I'd care about changing about her is her past, and you just can't change that. Oh well, if you want to reply then go ahead. Call me sad or pathetic, tell me it'll be alright, get mad at me for making her cry and thinking of her as a slut. Give advice on how I can relax about it, or move on from the things she did to hurt me. Hell, tell me to break up with her, or tell me to go bugger myself. Or just don't tell me anything at all, like I wish she'd done. Nobody ever helped me figure out anything in life before, why start now. Of course, daddy issues are for another day, right?
I've got a girlfriend of around a year now. A bit less, I have no idea the actual length, she does of course. I've never had such a long relationship, and never liked a girl like I like her. As for her, she's in love with me. We had a talk a few weeks ago, I said it, she said, ever since then she's been saying she loves me. That was the only time I said it though. I don't know if I love her, I don't even know why I said it at the time. Just an impulse I guess. She's a great person, but I don't know if I love her. Maybe I do, but I can't get past the disgusting thoughts. Oh yeah, those. Guess I'll get into them-
It's not that she's fat- she always was. It's unattractive, but that's not who a person is, I like her enough I on't really care that much, hardly notice. First off, I cum quick. I was extremely premature, like not even 30 seconds, when we first met. She would get frustrated quite a few times, even got mad once or twice. but always apologized later and was sensitive about it. Until of course she told her friends about my problem. I didn't know about her telling them until quite a while later, but I still feel hurt and betrayed about that. I wouldn't go telling my friends she was loose. I can't really get over that. I have a hard time letting things go, I guess, especially when I get hurt. I still refuse to see her friends, and the few times I do, I just stay distant and avoid talking to them. Not that I want to anyway- they suck as people, and I didn't like them to begin with. Then again, I suck as a person too based on this post so far. One day we went to a hotel, went to the strippers and I got drunk. This was the plan, so I could last long and wed have a great night of sex. Well, I got too drunk, and couldn't keep it up, but itd get hard enough to fuck when she went down. So it was constantly her gong down, then sex. Eventually I just gave up and told her I finished, rolled over and went to sleep. The next day I let her drive, I was wiping tears from my eyes, I'd cried in bed. I just couldn't take it anymore, I'd given up. Fuck it, right? I'm horrible, not even getting drunk fixes it now, to hell with it all. That was pretty much the first time I cried, like ever. I'd given up hope- what else is there to do when you've given up on everything? Might as well cry. Since then, I've gotten a bit better in bed- I went to the doctor and he gve me some anti-depressants. The same day I started them, which was too soon for them to actually take effect, I tried the start-stop method. We had sex for even longer than we would have when I'd get drunk, and the second time was amazingly long for me, and I didn't even have to stop once. I miss that night, it hasn't been like that since. Still a lot better than before, but that night was special. The first time lasting so long, and the second round was amazing that I lasted so long. We'd fucked 7 times once, and I was just as quick on the 7th as on the first. This was different. But even then, I still couldn't even hope to last as logn as her previous partners. Oh, those guys- lets get into them
So one day laying in bed, she asked me how many people Id slept with. I knew this would end bad, so I didn't want to talk about it. She pushed it and told me shed slept with a bit under 10 guys. I know the number but its close enough to ten so whatever. I'd slept with less, maybe I'm insecure about it because of that, I never got the chance to go have a bunch of one night stands. Maybe, I just thought the girl I was in a relationship with wouldn't have slutted around, shed have had one or two guys, things would work perfect. Guess not. Stupid real life.
She never had a real boyfriend. She met a guy at the bar and lost her virginity to him, while high on e. She was addicted to that for a while. She fucked him for a while. Maybe a fuck-buddy thing. Though apparently theyd talk late at night n the phone, so maybe a boyfriend thing, just without the going out and spending time together. I guess he wasn't good in bed, and was average lasting. Then after that, to make herself feel better (fucking for validation? A woman? Noooo way, right. Hah!), she slept with a bunch of guys. All while drunk. She fucked two guys in one night, seperately, right after each other. While high on mdma. Disgusting, whore behaviour. She also had a 3 some- one was a guy shed fucked a couple times, another was his friend. That didn't end well. Apparently the friend "oh my god he was huge, like this big around!" (though she could fit him in her mouth so can't be exceptional. At least I tell myself that) tried to poke her in the ass, and it hurt. That ended that. These two situations are disgusting to me and I just can't get over them, and thinkign baout what a whore she acted like. And how sad it was that she was doing it to make herself feel better, and doing drugs al lthe time (only had sex high two nights, but still). Other than the first guy, they all lasted long too. She said normally 1-2 hours of fucking, and two of the guys (including one she fucked 3 or 4times) never finished. Not counting the 3some, since she's the reason they didn't finish. Then again, she was a bar skank, and they were hammered. But even when I'm hammered I don't often come close to that. Maybe an hour at most now. But before, no way, maybe 10-20 minutes. And those thoughts still linger, the depression.
One was a 35 year old, he was the only one to get her off from fucking. He was apparently "the best in bed. (with a smirk on her face) what a fun night." He also went down on her for a bit, but she didn't get off that way. She got off with another guy, but had to rub herself while he fucked her. Other than that nothing. I've made her cum from oral a thousand times, and once she was on top, and I lasted long enough that she finished. I was on painkillers and was drinking (in order to prepare to go to a party populated with her friends- how sad is that?), so I could last. We fucked and I didnt finish, she went to pick up her sister, came back and got on top. I was quick again but she would stop for a bit and rub herself on my penis. She Finished from the inside. I didn't believe her but why would she lie once, before that night at the strippers no less. Didn't make me feel good- she was doing the work for one, and for two it only happened once, a fluke. The old guy got her off in the first time, and here I was doing everything I could, and still am, and can't get her off. She says it's the best sex she's ever had (I may have snuck a peek at her diary), and lately I've been doing positions that are even better. And I'm lasting ok- maybe a half hour of sex, with me slowing down or stopping when the urge to cum comes up. But if that's true, why wouldn't she cum? Why can't I do it, what's wrong with me? I know she wouldn't cum everytime, but never from penetration, it's just defeating when I know she's able to, and has twice (once old guy, once me), but I just can't get her to. Only from going down. Yeah it's good I can still get her off with my mouth, but I'd like to not have to fall to that every time. Pathetic.
I just don't know- I'm not nearly as bad as I used to be, but I'm still depressed about being premature, it still eats meup. And as for her past, I just can't take it some days. In the past two weeks I've made her cry at least half the days. I'll tell her I don't feel like talking. Shell press on and try to talk, and I end up making her cry. I don't want to be disgusted with her. There've been a few times where we'd be sleeping in the same bed and I wouldn't want her touching me, just sleeping on seperate ends of the bed. I was so disgusted with her and the things she'd done I didn't want to look at her, touch her, nothing. But then a day or two later I'll be fine, and realise it's in the past, it doesn't matter. And then a week later, I'll be back to getting depressed over her past, and on the really bad days disgusted. Rarely to the point of not toucing her. If she was smart she'd break up with me, and I've told her so. But she loves me, doens't want to. I've been wanting to lately, though- I just don't know if I can handle it, every week or two thinking about the things she's done and having my brain just go nuts, depressed, disgusted. Why would she do that, it's gross, it's sad, and to make it worse IM sleeping with her now. Who wants to date a slut? I don't even care too much about her magic number anymore, just because in my mind they were all better than me (even though apparently I'm the longest, and second widest). And plus the few bad incidents she had. The reason she did it is the saddest part. And I certainly don't want to make her cry all the time, but it does happen, at least once every 2 or 3 weeks. Sometimes it's just because I'm an asshole, usually it's because of her past or my insecurities. My insecurities, my penis size sometimes cause them, but that's rrae. Usually it's endurance issues that destroy my self worth. Or how I still think every guy she had before me was better, even though she doesn't think that at all. Plus insecure that she's slept with more people. I don't like it when I hate her, and when I hate myself. But it happens quite as of late.
I sitll don't know why I wrote this. It was a bad day. I guess I'm trying to calm myself down a bit so I don't make her cry. She's at the gym, trying to lose weight because she knows how I feel about that too. But I didn't ask her to change, the only thing I'd care about changing about her is her past, and you just can't change that. Oh well, if you want to reply then go ahead. Call me sad or pathetic, tell me it'll be alright, get mad at me for making her cry and thinking of her as a slut. Give advice on how I can relax about it, or move on from the things she did to hurt me. Hell, tell me to break up with her, or tell me to go bugger myself. Or just don't tell me anything at all, like I wish she'd done. Nobody ever helped me figure out anything in life before, why start now. Of course, daddy issues are for another day, right?

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. But you're right I was making assumptions. You're probably in the same boat I am. I wouldn't be able to get past...her past even if I tried. Now I know I'm not looking for a saintly girl, I enjoy women with a bad side, but I'm looking for a woman who's in control. By that I mean, no sex outside of relationships. That shows me she's able to respect herself and doesn't need validation (not to say women who DO have sex outside of relationships are needy sluts) Sure I've done it, and it is hypocritical. But I've only put my willy into 2 girls thus far. (I know, pretty lousy right?) Both of which were not love interests of mine. There was little or no passion in the sex which is what I'm after now. Maybe that's what you really need, passion. I know I'm searching for it.
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