I got dicked and my life changed, for the better mind you

At 33 I was unkissed, ungroped, and unfucked. I was not proud of it. I just never met the man. This man I know, he was 35 told me that men do not want a **. When a man is looking at a woman he is sizing up her ** prospects. All that matters is **, no **, no man.

I got angry of course, called him a bunch of names, typical neanderthal male, never going to happen, it's about respect and emotional maturity. He grabbed my wrist and twisted my wrist until I had to fall to my knees and beg him to let me go. It's about ** and getting on your knees and sucking **. Then he let me go.

When I stood up he grabbed me by the neck and dragged me over to the kitchen island and bent me over and told me to lose the ** and beg for **. He kept squeezing my neck telling me to lose my ** and beg for **. At what point I gave up I don't know, it's all a blur but I pulled my pants down and I begged for **. After he pulled his ** out of me he told me to clean him up and use my mouth. I was quiet by then and got on my knees and cleaned his ** with my mouth.

What happened to me is on every intellectual level wrong. But on the animal level I got ** and a man who grabs me and gropes me and ** me. I don't get into discussions with him about right and wrong, I don't ask for permissions but I give him a chance to refuse before I buy something or go somewhere, I don't argue when he tells me to do something. Yes I changed.

From a ** to ** on demand. I don't like getting on my knees. I ** his ** on the couch, on the bed, and let my ** out and sit on his lap and hold his face between my **. I sit on his **, lay back for his **, adopt the position for his **, my ** bounce on my chest, my ** swing under me when he ** me like a **. I sign his last name, my credit cards have his last name, my passport has his last name. Yes, I changed. And I love my life.