Turns out I'm dating a Pro...
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- cherub0
I think utopian is right. She's gonna run a sick burn on you.
Sure there are 20 something girls you meet at a bar, and they seem to be all the right things, and some don't even mind your age too much, at least not at the moment... and they seem to be living a wild, carefree life not unlike juliette lewis's character in natural born killers. Their impulsive careless nature seems to be fueled by a desire for nonstop sex, and when we see them behave this way, we stop thinking with the big head. We like to live vicariously through them. We can't say no to this type, maybe the greeks called them sirens.
There is a certain other type of twenty something girl you meet at a bar, that only pretends to be the type above. She's actually quite mixed up inside, and uses wild sex as a drug to escape her problems, probably along with real drugs too. She's holding on to you for stability, while she takes both of you on a ride. The problem is she's so mixed up she can't actually see where either of you are going, she's just thriving on raw sensory stuff... what feels good at this moment in time? snort some coke? he fuck me? I find another, where's my purse... damn, I'm out of smokes again.
The first type, I was lucky enough to meet ONE like that, I actually picked her up off the side of the road(really), she turned out to be a wild sex loving alcoholic with a killer set of tits who let me fuck her in a public pool in the middle of an apartment courtyard at 2am. No regrets. Wild and horny. A dream come true. She literally would not put clothes on.
The 2nd type has burned me a few times and I've learned to steer clear. You should too. If they have an opportunity to get out of a shitty situation by fucking you over, they won't hesitate to do it. In their fucked up mind state you never know what they'll do, and if they figure out you love them they'll roll you.
Don't think it hasn't occurred to me you might be the kind of handsome, charming gent that can attract the 1st type. It does happen. But I hope for your sake it's not the 2nd type. Not trying to kill your fun or be overly negative.
- nb2
Username checks out
- CyBrainX0
BUMPing uglies...
- utopian0
Covid Boners Away!
- utopian0
Epic first post.
- nb3
Or you could choose to be happy about all the money you’ve saved.
- catpower0
I have piles of updates. Piles. I'll unpack a couple and only add more if there's some interest. As I sat down to give an update, the following is the first vignette that came to mind, so I'll start here.
About six months ago, I was at a tradeshow in Vegas. I hate Vegas, especially when you're there under a professional pretense. The glitz and glamour is a thin veneer on top of an utter shit city—soulless and hollow.
Despite my distaste of Vegas, it's undeniably a sex-charged place, which will make even the most saintly of eyes wonder. It's not surprising that Vegas has whatever vice you want, but I've never really been drawn to escorts (other than the one I accidentally dated, of course... ). Diseases aside, the hyper-transactional nature of those encounters is a major turn-off. Chemistry with a six is infinitely preferable to an indifferent ten.
That said, on day five of this hellscape of swag and faux corporate enthusiasm, my persistent junk was ready to roll the dice if you will.
- catpower0
The girls must live in the brothel the entire time they work for safety. They can't leave. This means you'll f*ck in the literal room where she sleeps. The girl I chose was pale with black hair and reminded me of Evanescence fans. More Hot Topic than actual metal, but she was cute enough.
- catpower0
She made me take a quick shower. "Okay, I need to inspect you," she said as she handed me a towel. On the one hand, this inspection is a great thing, of course, but it puts all the risk on the table up front. It destroys the already tenuous chemistry. "You're clean," and off to her bed we went.
- catpower0
Because she lived there, her stuff was all over the place. She was into Zelda, so she had all these Link figures and Nintendo "collectibles" strewn about. It was a weird scene. It made me feel old as sh*t, too.
- AQUTE0
So after you get tested for covaids what are your options?
- NBQ000
It was so incredibly beautiful with her last night. So many moments of beautiful touches, tantric massages, cuddles and kisses. And I gave her the most explosive orgasm ever she said.
She's such a beautiful, profound soul and a super cute, sexy, sensitive and feminine woman that I will cherish and protect.
I hope you're all enjoying your weekend. Namaste, your NBQ00
- autoflavour0
"She lets me choke her, spit on her, fuck her in the ass, tie her up and fist her — everything is in play."
well, that escalated quickly
- autoflavour0
has anyone said this yet, but Pics or it didn't happen
- cherub-7
Turns out I'm dating a:
1) macbook PRO
2) zelda figurine
3) well adjusted, attractive single lady in her 20s
4) ???
- Hayoth1
such a great story lol
- catpower0
Cut back to my current "relationship." I know I don't want a real relationship with her because of ho tendencies, but the golden ticket potential is through the roof.
When my girl showed up, we did standard romantic stuff that you would expect on a romp through Europe — walked the streets, ate incredible food, and had great sex every night. Lovely. And no period ambushes this time. Even more lovely. But I had more in mind.
Golden ticket.
I've never been to a sex club, but there are a few invite-only private groups that I've thought about for years. It was something that I had always wanted to bring up with my ex-wife, but I knew that it wouldn't be well-received. Fair enough. This was my chance.
These clubs aren't like those Key West resorts filled with out-of-shape, leather-tanned 60-year-olds (someday, ha). They have a screening process; candidly, I wasn't sure if I'd make the cut. I'm not ugly, but I'm certainly no model and am a little older. But I knew she'd help our chances.
Anyway, to be admitted, you have to provide your real names, profile pix... the whole nine. I did the legwork and got us on the list to a "party" Saturday night in London, but I didn't tell my girl about any of it.
I made reservations at a restaurant. My girl looked incredible — great top, flirty skirt, high heels. Very fuckable. As we were about to walk out the door, I reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties.
"If you want to be a whore, I'm going to treat you like one."
Worth noting that I did this in a very playful and flirty tone, and NOT in some bullshit domineering way. Force will get you nowhere; playfulness is critical with women. I've learned a lot about assertiveness, which we should talk about sometime.
So we went off to dinner, her sans panties, and me avec boner (French humor, people). I kept acting as I had only planned dinner, trying to downplay the evening. As I got the check, I said, "we have two options: head back to the hotel, or I can show you what's behind the mystery door." "You already know," she said. Good girl.
I called us a car, and we headed to the location. In the cab, we started lightly making out. I pulled her skirt up so her pussy was exposed to the night, but I didn't touch her. I wanted to make sure that she knew I was in control. Her pussy is mine to show and do with as I wish.
Ten minutes later or so, we arrived at this swank building. It was out of a movie. Well-appointed. Classically British. We checked in at the front desk and then took the elevator to the third floor. As the door opened, we saw a white paper arrow pointing left. No words were needed.
I knocked on the door, it opened, and a *smoke show* of a woman in a corset greeted us. "What's your name?" In we went.
On the other side of the curtain, we found about 20 people in various states of undress scattered about the loft. It wasn't a full-blown orgy, but some fucking, lots of cuddling, flirting, and drinking was going on. There were a few older couples (meaning 40s or early 50s, though), but most were under 40.
My girl asked "what the fuck is this?" but I didn't answer her. I took her to an open area on a couch, and we started making out. She was instantly wet. I was super intrigued by the room, so I took her to the bar where we started chatting with another couple.
They were in their early 30s. The guy was handsome enough — regular — and the girl was rail-thin, pale, and had a cute black bob haircut with short bangs. That'll do pig... that'll do. (<— Babe quote for the win).
As I said, I'm no model, but I have good style, a great sense of humor, and know how to talk to women. Playfulness is always crucial. I broke the ice, and we all hit it off. We got our drinks and decided to head to one of the areas in the back.
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- DaveO3
Bumping this just because I read this far
