I know I am not a very patient person by nature, but luckily for me, it is a virtue anyone can cultivate. A voice in my head kept telling me this was not a good idea, but everybody deserves a chance, right? After a while he came back from the store with some condoms. This time I told him to go to straight to the bedroom. Of course he was not hard anymore, so I went down on him again, but not for too long this time. He was hard and ready, so we put that wonderful rubber on. But he kind of failed in making me get wet. I mean, WHERE IS THE FOREPLAY? I put some spit because if the pussy is not wet, the cock will not enter. At least not in a pleasant way. We were sitting in the missionary position at first. I saw that he wanted to have the control, so I let him stay on top. I had Domi with me(I always do when I am having sex), so I turned it on and placed it on my clit as he was penetrating me. It felt good...until he decided to change the rhythm. He started going faster. I couldn't hold Domi still anymore on the clit and this situation was making it quite difficult for me to get aroused. And then he turned me over, I was sitting in doggy. He started slow and then he started moving faster again. He kept changing the rhythm. At some point I told him to maintain a constant rhythm because I am never going to cum this way. He did. For a few minutes maybe(I don't know, I didn't have a clock close to me) and then again he changed the rhythm. Or the position.  He got me so dry, that you could compare my vagina with the dessert...hahahah. We got into way too many positions in such a SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME. I was feeling like a porn star in a porn movie: switching positions, he was still "posing" just like the guys in porn do. It was awful, I barely got to have an orgasm. I was so surprised that I managed to cum after that long time of bad fucking(1 hour is a long time when you are not enjoying the activity). Usually bad fucking occurs when there is no communication, but it was not the case here because I had specifically told him to maintain a constant rhythm and the same position again and again, but I guess he just didn't care. He continued after I came and after a while he came too. So I got dressed and went back to the living room to smoke a cigarette. He joined me shortly and we started talking. He confessed to me that he actually has a girlfriend(I am not fond of being lied to - I'd rather hear the truth no matter what). That got me thinking a little bit: if he fucked me that bad, I wonder how his girlfriend felt like every single time they were having sex. He definitely didn't know what he was doing there, he was just so focused on his own pleasure, that he forgot about my presence there(in bed I mean). Unfortunately, this is a very common occurrence, especially in men under 30.
One detail that I remember that really bothered me was the fact that he kept looking at his watch. At some point I asked him if he has to be somewhere and he said that he didn't. He even started kissing me and tried to undress me to go again, but I told him that he should probably go home and if he has more sexual need, his girlfriend can handle it. I didn't see that guy for the second time, I even got him to block me because I have been brutally honest to him on the phone(every once in a while he would text me to meet and one time he called me). 
This experience was good because I have learnt about what I don't like. I truly believe that discovering your own body is a journey as long as your life. The body  is constantly changing, the tastes are changing, the feelings  are changing, so there is always something new to discover about the body. It is never too late to start learning or communicating with your partner.
I wish you an awesome day/night!