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„You don’t really mean that serious!“, she snapped, and he immediately withdrew his hands because even as a man he had not escaped that she meant exactly what she said, for once. Maybe it was just the shrill sound that made him flinch. When she burst into tears suddenly and completely unpredictably, „You see, I’m shitty and you, you, you, you man, you, you’re just thinking of the one thing. You never cuddle with me!“, and if she should have said anything else, then it went down in hopeless sobs. Actually, he could have argued, she had been sitting there, reading her women’s magazine without the slightest indication that she was feeling sick. In addition, he had just put his hand on hers. What does that mean, his hand, his fingertips. He could have said that, but he had been trained long enough that he knew that was not what she wanted to hear. But if he could not even bring his fingertips close to her skin without immediately suspecting she was just going to fuck her, how was he going to hug her? It was a real dilemma. So, he just sat there and looked confused.

„I’m getting my days soon, feeling puffy like a rhinoceros, and you’re just thinking about sex again. You do not care about my feelings,“ she added, „fat and unattractive.“ She still brewed when she burst into tears again. A few minutes later, she stuffed mountains of ice cream and chocolate into her. That was probably the right remedy for feeling fat. Then he could even put his arm around her. Of course, he wanted to fuck with her. His hormones told him. The mission to spread his seed as much as possible was his genetic heritage. But at least he was civilized and these days would pass.

„So you really do not learn anything about it!“, she snapped as he dared to make another attempt after having survived a long lasting period of tenderness, cuddling and keeping warm and emotional conversation. He already had the vague fear of being promoted to Best Girlfriend status. So, it was time, in his opinion, to show her the Lord. But even so he was bad advice. „You do not seriously mean that during my days I have the slightest desire for sex!“, she added, remembering that he had already experienced something completely different and was seriously starting to wonder whether over the years the level of zigzagging increased or if she used to hide it only well. „And when do you think that then I may sleep with my own wife?“, it involuntarily escaped him and even he slowly lost his patience. „So, if you continue to be so insensitive and despotic, never again,“ she told him, „What about emotionless what you are, and then you probably think I should be on hand immediately, if the Lord so wishes.“ Thereupon he went out, remembering that there was still wood left to chop and react. Did not she know that the best prophylaxis for his prostate was regular sex? But she, too, was the prisoner of her hormones and did not care about his health, not even about his masculine need. But, he tried to console himself, that would not take long.

„You really have no idea about the female body. How old do you have to be until you learn anything? „, she told him, as he actually dared to make another overture, after he – according to his – had allowed enough time to pass. „Now I just had my days and now my body needs rest to regenerate. The female body is such a sensitive piece of work that you cannot handle your purely mechanical lever function mechanism,“ she told him. „That’s not so susceptible to it,“ he replied. And after there was no more wood left to hack, he wordlessly left the house.

„And did he swallow it?“, her lover asked, as she lay comfortably in his arms that afternoon. „Of course,“ she replied mischievously, „because who knows nothing, must believe everything.“

2 Gedanken zu “ADPM-Syndrome – Ante, durante & post-menstrual Syndrome

  1. DutchIl sagt:

    Thank you for sharing!.. 🙂

    “It’s a saying they have, that a man has a false heart in his mouth for the world to see, another in his breast to show to his special friends and his family, and the real one, the true one, the secret one, which is never known to anyone except to himself alone…” James Clavell,

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    1. novels4utoo sagt:

      Thank you. Very interesting.

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