You were sitting alone at the bar, staring down in your drink looking as shy as can be. My loser radar is beeping but I can’t help myself so I walk up to you.
By time you buy me a few drinks I am actually hopeful that you might not be a loser. However that tingly sensation is still full force so I am not convinced yet. You are sexy, intelligent and a good conversationalist. Surely my loser radar must just be misfiring.
We get back to your place and my soggy panties are letting me know I am ready to do some serious fucking. I am in the mood to have my pussy totally stuffed. I can’t give it to you too easy though so I play my normal collected self and sit down on the couch and wait for you to bring me another drink.
Suddenly the shy guy is gone and you are all over me. Kissing and licking and caressing every spot on my body. Dropping to your knees and licking me right thru my panties and making me squirt without your lips ever even touching my actual pussy. Surely you must be too good to be true, I must be delusional.
You pick me up and carry me to your bedroom, laying me down gently. Licking my entire body as you undress me. Driving me absolutely crazy. I can’t wait to have your cock slamming inside of me. You turn off the lights and I can hear you undressing. I begin to panic. I know a guy undressing in the dark is a bad sign. Most men love to show off their bodies. You seemed to be in good shape so why would you be hiding it. You climb back in bed and my hands wander down your body and you grab my hands and pull them up to your chest and go back to licking me all over.
“Turn on the lights” I tell you , but you ignore me. Yep the jury is back on this case. You are definitely hiding something. You climb on top of me and fumble around between my legs and I suddenly reach down and grab your cock. Ok so COCK is an inappropriate description. I grabbed your itty bitty weiner. FUCK! I knew you were too good to be true. “Get the fuck off of me, I don’t do charity sex….” …. ” No point in looking at me baffled, you know damn well that tiny dickie is not enough to satisfy me or any other “woman.
You start begging and whimpering like a wimpy wuss and it is now quite evident I should have listened to that loser radar of mine. Ohhhh well no big deal. A night of free drinks and you did give me a couple of awesome orgasms with your tongue. I get up , pull on my clothes and turn around and lean over you one last time. I spit right in your face, grab the money out of your wallet ……”I am not a prostitute but you are such a little dick loser you need to pay me for my time” …..and strut out the door.
So you come back for more CBT. You whimpered and whined that you want even more next time. Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it. You are completely pathetic and you need intense pain so you can feel alive. Physical pain makes your cock hard. You have an extremely high pain tolerance. No one understands your need for pain but me.
