Ishtarr -> RE: On your knees, bitch! (6/23/2010 11:55:04 AM)
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ORIGINAL: Mercnbeth So the 'game' me and my boys played was to walk down the boardwalk and ask directly to get laid. 'Style' was up to you, however you had to ask directly; and not using any 'politically correct' (word wasn't invented yet) word usage. Meaning, you couldn't say you wanted to "make love" or ask if they wanted to have "sex". You had to say something like; "Damn - you are HOT! How about we go under the boardwalk and fuck?!" (We had to go under the boardwalk or her place, because my grand-mom was 'babysitting' me and my cousin Steve.) I've actually done something similar once and the results shocked me back in those days. I was *cough* much younger and much more naive back then than I am these days *crosses fingers* and this nice man I was talking to online told me to dress like my usually sparkly self and go out and get laid because I clearly needed a good fuck. The only stipulation was that this time, I was not to use any of my female charm to entice a man to want me, instead, I was to go to a bar, walk straight up to the first guy I liked and open conversation by asking him: "Hi, I'm really horny, please take me home and fuck me". I chuckled at the assignment, really, what did I have to worry about? I was used to having my way with men... The results really don't surprise me as much now, and they probably wont shock anybody here. I did what I was told, walked up to the first guy in sight and politely asked him to fuck my brain out and... he turned me down. I was shocked, humiliated, confused I couldn't really understand what had happened. A man told me "no" when I offered him sex... that... well, had never happened before. I got rather annoyed and decided that the guy was an idiot, or an asshole, or better yet... gay and I optimistic tried again with another guy... And I got turned down again... And again... And again... I lost count of how many times I asked, but it was surely over 30, and by the time I actually did find somebody who took me up on my offer, I was deeply humiliated, humbled and confused. I fucked him in robot-mode, and really couldn't remember all that much about it, not even the next day... but my mind kept dwelling on the process leading up to it for weeks. It was a valuable lesson, hard as it was to learn. I can't even imagine now ever having being so naive that I expected the results to be any differently.
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