hylandrdet
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I was in Frankfurt Germany, visiting my girlfriend, Hika. We were getting intimate and she'd chosen to perform oral sex on me. Now folks we all know the golden rule on oral sex, but at that particular moment I well... well I ... I should had...
Anyway after she washed her face, she shoved me out the door and slammed it.
Two weeks had passed. She didn't returned my calls and she didn't answer the door. I knew what I'd done was wrong, but I couldn't apologize because she won't speak to me.
Finally after two weeks, on a sunday morning, my CQ officer knocks on my barracks door to tell me that I have a phone call. I ran down the stairs and answered the phone. It was Hika; she'd asked me to see her right away.
So I jumped on the B-train, heading from Darmstadt to Frankfurt. I'd arrived at her apartment and ranged the doorbell. She opened the door and allowed me to walk in. She'd led me to the kitchen where she'd already prepared breakfast. It was a simple breakfast consisting of toast, a glass of orange juice and a bowl of corn flakes.
She insisted that we eat our breakfast before we talk, so I ate my breakfast. the toast was awful, I think she'd intentionally burnt it; the orange juice was chunky and the corn flakes tasted sour.
Anyway, once we finished our breakfast, she said, "I don't know what your idea of a relationship is, so let me explain to you mine. My idea of a relationship is about trust. If I cannot trust you, I cannot love you. If that's the way you wanted to have sex, why didn't you discuss it with me?
I said,"I'm sorry. I was selfish. I didn't mean to hurt you". She said,"I know. I can see it in your eyes. I forgive you". I felt a sense of relief as I helped her clean up the table.
I said to her,"I have to give you credit. Holding out for two weeks really straighten me out". She said, " What are you talking about? I had to leave for Paris for a photo shoot. I was angry at you, but I didn't have the time to talk about it. I said, "Oh, so your absense wasn't a punishment". She said," No that was", as she pointed towards my breakfast dish. I was confused, until she gave me a kiss on cheek then said...
"What's wrong honey? You're looking at me as if I'd wiped my ass with your toast, spit in your orange juice, then pissed in your corn flakes"
Now that's love for ya!
Anyway after she washed her face, she shoved me out the door and slammed it.
Two weeks had passed. She didn't returned my calls and she didn't answer the door. I knew what I'd done was wrong, but I couldn't apologize because she won't speak to me.
Finally after two weeks, on a sunday morning, my CQ officer knocks on my barracks door to tell me that I have a phone call. I ran down the stairs and answered the phone. It was Hika; she'd asked me to see her right away.
So I jumped on the B-train, heading from Darmstadt to Frankfurt. I'd arrived at her apartment and ranged the doorbell. She opened the door and allowed me to walk in. She'd led me to the kitchen where she'd already prepared breakfast. It was a simple breakfast consisting of toast, a glass of orange juice and a bowl of corn flakes.
She insisted that we eat our breakfast before we talk, so I ate my breakfast. the toast was awful, I think she'd intentionally burnt it; the orange juice was chunky and the corn flakes tasted sour.
Anyway, once we finished our breakfast, she said, "I don't know what your idea of a relationship is, so let me explain to you mine. My idea of a relationship is about trust. If I cannot trust you, I cannot love you. If that's the way you wanted to have sex, why didn't you discuss it with me?
I said,"I'm sorry. I was selfish. I didn't mean to hurt you". She said,"I know. I can see it in your eyes. I forgive you". I felt a sense of relief as I helped her clean up the table.
I said to her,"I have to give you credit. Holding out for two weeks really straighten me out". She said, " What are you talking about? I had to leave for Paris for a photo shoot. I was angry at you, but I didn't have the time to talk about it. I said, "Oh, so your absense wasn't a punishment". She said," No that was", as she pointed towards my breakfast dish. I was confused, until she gave me a kiss on cheek then said...
"What's wrong honey? You're looking at me as if I'd wiped my ass with your toast, spit in your orange juice, then pissed in your corn flakes"
Now that's love for ya!
not that you didn't deserve it 
