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„So wurde ich zum Cuck - fürs Leben.
Hallo zusammen, Ihr findet diese Geschite auch als Homepage in meinem Profil. Ich finde, sie ist aber auch hier sehr passend. True story. Sorry for the English.
Cucked
My first girlfriend was a very flirtatious person. We had been together for 5 years. She was 4 years older, I was 18 when we came together. You learn a lot about each other during a relationship, sometimes the hard way.
When going out she always ordered wine, I ordered beer. It’s not a meaningless detail. First time this happened over dinner at a restaurant, she said to me: „The taste of beer is disgusting. It helps just in one situation: Right after you have swallowed a big load of sperm. Then it’s amazingly neutralizing.“ I remember that my face turned red hearing this. And she laughed out loud, saluting me with her wine.
Couple of years later, like around three years into the relationship we were invited to one of her friend’s birthday party. I recognized she had dressed up very differently from her usual style, not casual, but with hold ups, heels, more makeup than I knew her wearing. I asked before we left to the party, why she had put on the hold-ups? Cause she was wearing them in our bedroom only. As far as I knew. She smiled and replied: „I feel like.“ I smiled back naively. Being naive literally.
The party was nice, everyone was dancing, having fun, a house party of the young and happy. My girl danced with me, with others, having fun all night, being exactly that flirtatious lady. Suddenly I realized that she had a chat with the birthday girl, both looking at my direction. Just moments later the birthday girl came to me and started a small talk, handing me out another bottle of beer. I was wondering why my girl didn’t join her, and literally had to look left and right besides. Birthday girl was trying to stop me from looking, stepping from one side to the next, talking some nonsense.
I couldn’t but realize anyways: my girl went into one of the bedrooms with another guy. I was paralyzed. Shocked. And didn’t listen to birthday girl anymore, she left me alone after her mission was accomplished. I could now tell, even if she wasn’t successful at all. I stood there. Staring at the door of the bedroom. Staring. Loud music. Everyone enjoying, me suffering. I didn’t drink, I didn’t move, I couldn’t get over it. I didn’t believe this was really happening. But it was. It was!
These days while I am writing this down I can’t tell anymore, how long it took, how many minutes passed by. What I can remember like if it was yesterday, is her and him coming out of that bedroom door again. Her look into my eyes from over there as she recognized I was staring at this very door. She stopped, she send the guy away with a soft touch on his shoulders. She looked at me from across the flat. She went to her hold-ups, preparing herself again. And then you could see she was ready to close the gap between us.
She came to me. Smiled. Red faced. Almost shy. Then she stroke my cheak with her finger and said: „Yes, it is exactly what you think it was. And now I need your beer!“ She took my bottle, and almost emptied it with a deep zip.
Hallo zusammen, Ihr findet diese Geschite auch als Homepage in meinem Profil. Ich finde, sie ist aber auch hier sehr passend. True story. Sorry for the English.
Cucked
My first girlfriend was a very flirtatious person. We had been together for 5 years. She was 4 years older, I was 18 when we came together. You learn a lot about each other during a relationship, sometimes the hard way.
When going out she always ordered wine, I ordered beer. It’s not a meaningless detail. First time this happened over dinner at a restaurant, she said to me: „The taste of beer is disgusting. It helps just in one situation: Right after you have swallowed a big load of sperm. Then it’s amazingly neutralizing.“ I remember that my face turned red hearing this. And she laughed out loud, saluting me with her wine.
Couple of years later, like around three years into the relationship we were invited to one of her friend’s birthday party. I recognized she had dressed up very differently from her usual style, not casual, but with hold ups, heels, more makeup than I knew her wearing. I asked before we left to the party, why she had put on the hold-ups? Cause she was wearing them in our bedroom only. As far as I knew. She smiled and replied: „I feel like.“ I smiled back naively. Being naive literally.
The party was nice, everyone was dancing, having fun, a house party of the young and happy. My girl danced with me, with others, having fun all night, being exactly that flirtatious lady. Suddenly I realized that she had a chat with the birthday girl, both looking at my direction. Just moments later the birthday girl came to me and started a small talk, handing me out another bottle of beer. I was wondering why my girl didn’t join her, and literally had to look left and right besides. Birthday girl was trying to stop me from looking, stepping from one side to the next, talking some nonsense.
I couldn’t but realize anyways: my girl went into one of the bedrooms with another guy. I was paralyzed. Shocked. And didn’t listen to birthday girl anymore, she left me alone after her mission was accomplished. I could now tell, even if she wasn’t successful at all. I stood there. Staring at the door of the bedroom. Staring. Loud music. Everyone enjoying, me suffering. I didn’t drink, I didn’t move, I couldn’t get over it. I didn’t believe this was really happening. But it was. It was!
These days while I am writing this down I can’t tell anymore, how long it took, how many minutes passed by. What I can remember like if it was yesterday, is her and him coming out of that bedroom door again. Her look into my eyes from over there as she recognized I was staring at this very door. She stopped, she send the guy away with a soft touch on his shoulders. She looked at me from across the flat. She went to her hold-ups, preparing herself again. And then you could see she was ready to close the gap between us.
She came to me. Smiled. Red faced. Almost shy. Then she stroke my cheak with her finger and said: „Yes, it is exactly what you think it was. And now I need your beer!“ She took my bottle, and almost emptied it with a deep zip.
Für mich ist das Englisch ausgezeichnet.
