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After perusing this section of the forum for a while I have decided to share a story from my past which supports many of the themes which seem to be crucial by pracrically unanimous agreement:
Space
Indifference
Detachment from outcome
The scene i recall is set sometime around 2005, and is the tale of me and one of the women I fucked back in the single-digit count. I was a long-haired stoner working a $11/hour shop/oilfield job, and she was a city girl living with her Aunt, Uncle and cousin. We'll call her "Saphron" As a very slim, tan, dark haired pretty girl, she received lots of attention from the guys who would lurk around her. I must confess that to a degree, I was one.
She worked evenings at a mom'n'pop sandwich shop / arcade where I would from time to time appear to order a sandwich and have a little flirt. In honest retrospect i think it may have been more luck than inborn ability which kept me from outright sympin', but whatever it was, I'm grateful for it. The format was generally: hellos, she'd compliment me on something I was wearing, I'd acknowledge the compliment, place my order, and go play the jukebox while she did her thing. When my food was ready, I'd take it, give her a sly grin (as if to acknowledge a mutual vibe) and say goodbye.
Fast forward a few weeks: she, her cousin, and a mutual male friend (we'll call him Dane) show up at my place in the late evening. This night was when a lesson became crystalized. They had all been drinking, and In my mind I was thinking "alright! This is perfect! She's here, she's drunk, this shit is GOING DOWN!". Naturally, I was doing anything I could think of to try and make this happen. I was sitting close to her, working the eye contact, attemting to make conversation (keep in mind that this was looooooong before I ever got into the community), and basically anything I could muster to keep things moving forward. Although I don't remember the exact details of the matter of the conversation, i remember reaching a point where I was thinking. " O K Junior... This is bullshit. You're trying to get things rolling, and she's just being coy and petulent. Stop wasting your time". Shortly after this revelation, our conversation was finally over. I pulled myself up off the sofa and stationed myself near Dane. I started a conversation about work (we were colleagues) and it wasn't even 2 GODDAMN MINUTES before Saphron walked over, grabbed me by the hand and DRAGGED ME TO MY ROOM.
No sooner did I have the door closed and my back against it than she was pulling my pants open and blowing me. From here it gets very pornographic and I always look back fondly on this as some of the best sex I have ever had. Of course I picked her phone up off the matress and took some action shots with it for her as keepsakes. (I vividly remember her motorola RazR... The hottest phone around in those days). As a little bit of humorous icing on the cake here's a little snippet of conversation from while we were fucking: (name change is for historical accuracy)
Junior: Oh fuck yeah, etc... (stroking away)
Saph: Wait.. Wait....
Junior: What? (pausing)
Saph: I'm... Kinda... Seing somebody...
Junior: Shame on you.... (still pausing)
Junior: You fucked up! (resumed fucking)
And yes... The next morning I fucked her again twice before her ride showed up.
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I believe in gender equality using the strip club paradigm. While some men consent to throwing their money at pussy, I endorse women throwing their pussy at money. .
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, Nice Story "RN"!