Monday he was pretty cold, he just texted basic things like how are you. Luckily I was busy with some stuff, so I did not have time to think of anything else.
Tuesday, was pretty much the same.
Wednesday, he finally called me. I was happy to hear his voice he was happy to hear mine. I asked him why he did not call, he said that in order to keep me interested, he had to wait for 3 days. That’s the game…
On Thursday, we discussed our trip to the south. He changed the place to go, but I agreed as I never was there before. It was funny that he asked me if I want to be in separate rooms, I said of course! So. he booked a house with separate bedrooms.
Friday, the trip.
He came to pick me up. he looked so delighted, so did I. We talked a lot about personal things, about families we grew up in. It was very intimate. We shared the world. It all looked so right.
We arrived to the house, and… he went to his room, the door was open. He was on his phone, texting. I felt unpleasant. he spent there like that 40 minutes… I did not approach him. I think we was just “increasing his value”, but I am a worth girl, I am not gonna enter his room.
Finally, he came in, he started kissing me. He was very dominant, I hardly could move. I was very scared, yet I knew he will not course me any harm I felt a strange combination of excitement and fear, pleasure and pain. Yet, I had all my clothes on.
It was time to sleep. He came to my room to wish a good night, I was in his embrace till I fell asleep. Then, he left.