marmel75
Master Don Juan
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Then you should be taking vitamin D year round...10,000 IU's per day
I’m sick of them after a few bangs
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Sara wanted you to punish her for taking those headphones, she likes that angry attention from u...you should of went in her room, slapped her, pulled her in close choking her, and whispered something crazy, and sexual in her ear
On Saturday Sara mentioned finishing her period, then brought it up again in the evening when we were chilling in her bed. I took the repeated mentions as an opening.
Her: yes I’m finishing my period
Me: so we can have sex later
Her: if you wear a condom
20 min later: some very good sex (bareback of course, I’m only human), better than the previous few times, both sober, horny, good stuff, she’s so tight and the way she moves and grinds into me is both refreshing and heaven simultaneously, it’s like a hand into a glove, she needs to work on taking me doggy but there’s time to break her in don’t worry guys, we kissed while fvcking too, she sprung it on me in the throws of passion (previously posted the sex was menchanicsl, pedestrian, alien and no kissing) and felt like i was fvcking her twice, mmm. Then again an hour after. Retreat back to my room to sleep.
This morning, she goes to work and msgs me at lunch she’s horny. I have the day off, I fly to Miami tomorrow, NFL and NBA games booked and paid for, one night booked in Space (thanks for the hot tip soflobro) to rave to some real deep tech house hopefully on some form of E and hopefully securing a bang from a party chick of my choosing. Driving up to Columbus GA for Christmas with the fam.
Flying my best friend over to Miami on the 23rd (with that bonus money, fvck you I work hard) we going to hit up Atlanta for a couple nights, I hear it’s 1.5 from Colombus so cant miss Thatches opportunity, maybe find ourselves a black girlfriend, or a thot to run train on minimum. Then back to Miami to say goodbyes to fam and smash 2019 with a vengeance. With Sara possibly by my side, as several walls have been broken down (through the act of sober sex).
If any of you are in Miami/Columbus/Atlanta pm me and we can pop some bottles for my 30th!
Also if you know any good spots in Columbus/Atlanta let me know as I only know Miami and Delaware in the U.S.
Also to everyone saying I need rehab or being judgemental fvck you, I fly at 10am tomorrow, I haven’t packed, I’ve done a line, several lines, dabbed some MDMA, polished off two glass of Merlot and smoked a joint. Yolo personified bitches, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.
Her: yes I’m finishing my period
Me: so we can have sex later
Her: if you wear a condom
20 min later: some very good sex (bareback of course, I’m only human), better than the previous few times, both sober, horny, good stuff, she’s so tight and the way she moves and grinds into me is both refreshing and heaven simultaneously, it’s like a hand into a glove, she needs to work on taking me doggy but there’s time to break her in don’t worry guys, we kissed while fvcking too, she sprung it on me in the throws of passion (previously posted the sex was menchanicsl, pedestrian, alien and no kissing) and felt like i was fvcking her twice, mmm. Then again an hour after. Retreat back to my room to sleep.
This morning, she goes to work and msgs me at lunch she’s horny. I have the day off, I fly to Miami tomorrow, NFL and NBA games booked and paid for, one night booked in Space (thanks for the hot tip soflobro) to rave to some real deep tech house hopefully on some form of E and hopefully securing a bang from a party chick of my choosing. Driving up to Columbus GA for Christmas with the fam.
Flying my best friend over to Miami on the 23rd (with that bonus money, fvck you I work hard) we going to hit up Atlanta for a couple nights, I hear it’s 1.5 from Colombus so cant miss Thatches opportunity, maybe find ourselves a black girlfriend, or a thot to run train on minimum. Then back to Miami to say goodbyes to fam and smash 2019 with a vengeance. With Sara possibly by my side, as several walls have been broken down (through the act of sober sex).
If any of you are in Miami/Columbus/Atlanta pm me and we can pop some bottles for my 30th!
Also if you know any good spots in Columbus/Atlanta let me know as I only know Miami and Delaware in the U.S.
Also to everyone saying I need rehab or being judgemental fvck you, I fly at 10am tomorrow, I haven’t packed, I’ve done a line, several lines, dabbed some MDMA, polished off two glass of Merlot and smoked a joint. Yolo personified bitches, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.
I did that last night, my natural sex is the above without being overly aggressivemet to meet a broad that don’t respond positively. Hence she’s messaging me at work the next day saying she wants more. I’ll pat myself on the back for you bro, it’s cool.
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You essentially upped your VALUE in her eyes by showing her that, if she wants you, she has to at times do things that you like to do. You are SOMETHING after all. You are NOT FREE. If she wants to hang with you, it's going to cost her something — time, effort, money.
Quote taken from The SoSuave Guide to Women and Dating, which you can read for FREE.
Sex addict no, comfort and affection addict yes. I’m basically self medicating the loss of my only parent as an only child through multiple means (all self destructive). Not ideal no, luckily I have a brain which has given me self awareness, a level head and a career (see money) to fall back on. I’m under no illusions that the past 2-3 years could have gone very south. I’ll come through this.
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By now I’m nearly fully packed, multiple lines and glasses of wine deep into the solo session of journey embarkment. I had an epiphany, Sara told me long ago when she moved in and we originally started getting close, her phone password is her bday, now knowing that hear this:
She came home from work tipsy and tired (I apparently kept her up last night (sex is a two-way street, fool)) and passes out on my expensive leather corner sofa, I only mention it’s expensive because of my desire to tell an accurate, detailed story plus my penchant for babbling while being high on coke be that in person or over text.
Anyway, I shut my living room door, carefully place my Air Max 97’s and two rustly, noise making plastic bags outside by the living room door, if she wakes, I’ll hear it, I’m going covert, I’m Bourne when he didn’t that thing that one time, no I’m Bond, with gadgets at my disposal... What im really like is Macaulay Culkin foiling Joe Pesci with some paint tins swinging from a bannister, but if I’m honest, I’m really just an over thinker with an overactive imagination and obsessive nature.
I go to my room, shut my door, whip out her phone, tap in her birthday, I’m in, of fvcking course I am. I phone 7, how the fvck do I get back to the home screen, I’m on fvcking google, I google “iphone 7 phone screen” from my phone in my right hand with hers in my left (so resourceful) boom it’s done, WhatsApp (of course), my heart racing like a pathetic child caught wanking to slowly losing porn images on a 56k modem circa 1999. Nothing of note, no recent dudes, no reason to get mad (we are not together, I have no reason to be doing this full stop! (Period!)).
I search TOM, the guy she brought back to my place her first month here, and who I saw text her a couple months ago which she swore was innocent (again, not together), some of you may remember that drama. Nothing recent, flicked straight back to October 2018 (like the obsessive detail orientated freaking I am, calibrate with my WhatsApp and Sara’s chats from the same time period). Nothing, meeting for drinks, bags of coke, usually back for when I am home or thereabouts, few after work drinks, no sexual banter or innuendo, nothing.
Rustle... she’s up, fvck, I locked the phone and I come out my room and greet her in the kitchen, play like I’m packing and moving clothes and sh1t to my suitcase. Go back to my room, grab her phone and plant it in the kitchen. Heart still racing, adrenaline, no I didn’t survive a stabbing, shootout or robbery but I was doing something I shouldn’t so for all intents and purposes, the feelings are exaclty the same.
Anyway she lays back down, calls out “how long was I asleep” I immediately shout back “20 minutes” it was more like an hour, now, I know I simply locked the phone when she woke meaning, on entry, Toms WhatsApp messages will still be up, probably frOm circa September 2018 (sadly that’s alI got up to) and it will be suspicious. She falls back asleep I try to re-nter her phone and the password is changed. Fvck. She either knows I snooped or suspects, either way I’m fvcked, but either way I don’t give 2 sh1ts.
I have a mountain of cocaine, will pack, then proceed to wake her up, alert her with coke, smash, be on my merry way to Miami.
Conclusion: reading her messages revealed that she’s a closed book to everyone, I genuinely am the only person she opens up to. I know this reads like a novel and tbh I’ve wasted a good 5 minutes of buzz on this so I’ll leave it here and see you all on the flip. I’ll make sure I take vids and pics of my adventure and post anything non self incriminating.
She came home from work tipsy and tired (I apparently kept her up last night (sex is a two-way street, fool)) and passes out on my expensive leather corner sofa, I only mention it’s expensive because of my desire to tell an accurate, detailed story plus my penchant for babbling while being high on coke be that in person or over text.
Anyway, I shut my living room door, carefully place my Air Max 97’s and two rustly, noise making plastic bags outside by the living room door, if she wakes, I’ll hear it, I’m going covert, I’m Bourne when he didn’t that thing that one time, no I’m Bond, with gadgets at my disposal... What im really like is Macaulay Culkin foiling Joe Pesci with some paint tins swinging from a bannister, but if I’m honest, I’m really just an over thinker with an overactive imagination and obsessive nature.
I go to my room, shut my door, whip out her phone, tap in her birthday, I’m in, of fvcking course I am. I phone 7, how the fvck do I get back to the home screen, I’m on fvcking google, I google “iphone 7 phone screen” from my phone in my right hand with hers in my left (so resourceful) boom it’s done, WhatsApp (of course), my heart racing like a pathetic child caught wanking to slowly losing porn images on a 56k modem circa 1999. Nothing of note, no recent dudes, no reason to get mad (we are not together, I have no reason to be doing this full stop! (Period!)).
I search TOM, the guy she brought back to my place her first month here, and who I saw text her a couple months ago which she swore was innocent (again, not together), some of you may remember that drama. Nothing recent, flicked straight back to October 2018 (like the obsessive detail orientated freaking I am, calibrate with my WhatsApp and Sara’s chats from the same time period). Nothing, meeting for drinks, bags of coke, usually back for when I am home or thereabouts, few after work drinks, no sexual banter or innuendo, nothing.
Rustle... she’s up, fvck, I locked the phone and I come out my room and greet her in the kitchen, play like I’m packing and moving clothes and sh1t to my suitcase. Go back to my room, grab her phone and plant it in the kitchen. Heart still racing, adrenaline, no I didn’t survive a stabbing, shootout or robbery but I was doing something I shouldn’t so for all intents and purposes, the feelings are exaclty the same.
Anyway she lays back down, calls out “how long was I asleep” I immediately shout back “20 minutes” it was more like an hour, now, I know I simply locked the phone when she woke meaning, on entry, Toms WhatsApp messages will still be up, probably frOm circa September 2018 (sadly that’s alI got up to) and it will be suspicious. She falls back asleep I try to re-nter her phone and the password is changed. Fvck. She either knows I snooped or suspects, either way I’m fvcked, but either way I don’t give 2 sh1ts.
I have a mountain of cocaine, will pack, then proceed to wake her up, alert her with coke, smash, be on my merry way to Miami.
Conclusion: reading her messages revealed that she’s a closed book to everyone, I genuinely am the only person she opens up to. I know this reads like a novel and tbh I’ve wasted a good 5 minutes of buzz on this so I’ll leave it here and see you all on the flip. I’ll make sure I take vids and pics of my adventure and post anything non self incriminating.
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Wtf did I just read... enjoy Miami bro!By now I’m nearly fully packed, multiple lines and glasses of wine deep into the solo session of journey embarkment. I had an epiphany, Sara told me long ago when she moved in and we originally started getting close, her phone password is her bday, now knowing that hear this:
She came home from work tipsy and tired (I apparently kept her up last night (sex is a two-way street, fool)) and passes out on my expensive leather corner sofa, I only mention it’s expensive because of my desire to tell an accurate, detailed story plus my penchant for babbling while being high on coke be that in person or over text.
Anyway, I shut my living room door, carefully place my Air Max 97’s and two rustly, noise making plastic bags outside by the living room door, if she wakes, I’ll hear it, I’m going covert, I’m Bourne when he didn’t that thing that one time, no I’m Bond, with gadgets at my disposal... What im really like is Macaulay Culkin foiling Joe Pesci with some paint tins swinging from a bannister, but if I’m honest, I’m really just an over thinker with an overactive imagination and obsessive nature.
I go to my room, shut my door, whip out her phone, tap in her birthday, I’m in, of fvcking course I am. I phone 7, how the fvck do I get back to the home screen, I’m on fvcking google, I google “iphone 7 phone screen” from my phone in my right hand with hers in my left (so resourceful) boom it’s done, WhatsApp (of course), my heart racing like a pathetic child caught wanking to slowly losing porn images on a 56k modem circa 1999. Nothing of note, no recent dudes, no reason to get mad (we are not together, I have no reason to be doing this full stop! (Period!)).
I search TOM, the guy she brought back to my place her first month here, and who I saw text her a couple months ago which she swore was innocent (again, not together), some of you may remember that drama. Nothing recent, flicked straight back to October 2018 (like the obsessive detail orientated freaking I am, calibrate with my WhatsApp and Sara’s chats from the same time period). Nothing, meeting for drinks, bags of coke, usually back for when I am home or thereabouts, few after work drinks, no sexual banter or innuendo, nothing.
Rustle... she’s up, fvck, I locked the phone and I come out my room and greet her in the kitchen, play like I’m packing and moving clothes and sh1t to my suitcase. Go back to my room, grab her phone and plant it in the kitchen. Heart still racing, adrenaline, no I didn’t survive a stabbing, shootout or robbery but I was doing something I shouldn’t so for all intents and purposes, the feelings are exaclty the same.
Anyway she lays back down, calls out “how long was I asleep” I immediately shout back “20 minutes” it was more like an hour, now, I know I simply locked the phone when she woke meaning, on entry, Toms WhatsApp messages will still be up, probably frOm circa September 2018 (sadly that’s alI got up to) and it will be suspicious. She falls back asleep I try to re-nter her phone and the password is changed. Fvck. She either knows I snooped or suspects, either way I’m fvcked, but either way I don’t give 2 sh1ts.
I have a mountain of cocaine, will pack, then proceed to wake her up, alert her with coke, smash, be on my merry way to Miami.
Conclusion: reading her messages revealed that she’s a closed book to everyone, I genuinely am the only person she opens up to. I know this reads like a novel and tbh I’ve wasted a good 5 minutes of buzz on this so I’ll leave it here and see you all on the flip. I’ll make sure I take vids and pics of my adventure and post anything non self incriminating.