Aswad
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To the OP, You get the idea by now. This is not what you signed up for, and he doesn't have the patience to do this properly. Letting go right now as Stephan mentioned seems to be the best course of action; witth the physical and mental pain still fresh, it will be easier to let him go, compared to doing it when they have faded. If you absoluteely want to give him another shot, leave it at writing down how you feel, bluntly and honestly, and having him read it; if his response is not completely up to spec, he is not worth giving another chance. Period. I would second the suggestion that you consult a doctor as soon as possible to make sure no damage was done, and that infections are avoided. Your guy had no clue what he was doing, as evidenced by failing to realize the size difference between your hands and his, and that alone would prompt me to discontinue contact with such a person. There is a major difference between careful exploration of a thing one is not experienced with, and forcing it. That is a case of him thinking with his dick, and the usual (complete) lapse in rational thinking that happens when males allow all the blood to move from their upper head to their lower one. He probably had a good time of it, too, and I would hope you don't reward him for that by continuing your contact with him. Heck, I'm a sick puppy myself. When I first started playing with my girl, in the ignorance of youth, I would've loved nothing more than to force it and rejoice at her screams and pleas. I had all the same unrealistic fantasies as your guy did, and my only exposure to it was through porn. The most important difference is that I damn well knew that I was clueless, that my fantasies probably had no root in reality, that porn is never representative of real life, and most importantly: that I had no business using the girl I love as a guinea pig. Hence, I opted not to think with my dick, despite the temptation to do exactly that. I was patient. I kept my wits about me. I paid attention to what I was doing, how she was responding to it, and how her body was reacting to it. I kept the phone handy, in case anything went wrong. I went slow, erring on the side of caution. I explored with her, remaining in control not merely by virtue of being the dominant party, but by also remaining in control of myself. Not knowing everything isn't what your guy did wrong. No dominant is infallible. What he did wrong was to put his dick and his fantasies first, along with not caring about what he didn't know, or how it affected you. I can't see any good reason to have any further contact with the guy, except to let him know, in no uncertain terms, just how badly he messed up. If this is his destiny, it's the sort you'd expect from a Greek tragedy, not something you'd want to be part of, I think. Health, al-Aswad.
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"If God saw what any of us did that night, he didn't seem to mind. From then on I knew: God doesn't make the world this way. We do." -- Rorschack, Watchmen.
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