Prague; potentially a very romantic city.
When I arrived at my hotel, I was told they were sold out, and I needed to be moved... Great. I work at a hotel, so I understand. But Mr.O, started pestering the poor front desk agent. In the end, we were taken to a top floor apartment, which was very nice! But just for one night. There was a rooftop balcony, a kitchen and lots of room. The only downside was the 7 flights of stairs we had to climb!!! The second we were alone, I got railed in the shower. Later that night, I was fucked on the balcony. After cooking dinner for us, I had two orgasms.... TWO! Within 5 minutes of eachother. In the bedroom, Mr.O can't be beat... But outside the bedroom is a whole other story.
Most women complain that men are too stubborn to ask for directions... Well I can firmly say these women should be grateful their men are quiet. Mr.O asks for directions from everyone! Even when where we are going is right in front of us! Not only does he obsessively ask questions from strangers, but he complains about everything. The room isn't hot enough, the restaurant isn't authentic enough, or the room is too noisy. I thought a sex-god of a Russian would be more down to earth, but I am almost embarrassed to go places with him. After I ran my half marathon yesterday: 2.21 hours on rock hard pavement and stone, I was tired and sore. He went on to say he was sore and tired too.... He went to a museum!!! I wanted to strangle him right then, but the sex is so amazing! So, now I am stuck. On the plus side, I no longer have any doubt in my mind, this guy isn't right for me. On the downside, I need to break it to him that I don't want to travel with such a negative person. I hate negativity, and I have worked so hard to get rid of my own negative attitudes. But the fact I had to sneak out and have the hotel breakfast by myself for fear he would pester the staff means I need to get out of this fast...
Wish me luck! But I'm gonna get one more lay in before I break the news to him. I mean, this is my vacation, right?
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