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The Worst Sex I Ever Had
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The Worst Sex I Ever Had Let's call her "Teresa" and she lived a few towns over to the east. We were about 16 and she asked me out to her junior prom at her school. I said," Cool! Why not?" and I still wish that I had hung myself that day. From the moment I agreed to go, it was all nagging & narcissistic bullshit. I had put myself in a position to be her Ken to her plastic Barbie world. The only thing she didn't bitch about was all the money I was spending. I had $200+ in my young unemployed pockets that night. She didn't care where it came from, but I was such a thug if I needed a cigarette from all her stress. The prom itself was so vanilla that some vanilla dj played Vanilla Ice and the crowd actually went wild. The song played out years before, but "Ice Ice Baby" this was there white anthem. She was the only person there that I knew. How many times did she get up to socialize & deal with other people's problems? Too fucking much while I continued to chill. Don't you hate when that happens? Fast forwarding, we leave the prom and head to the motel my Pops reserved near her town. She goes into the bathroom, changes into some lingerie, and watches tv with some come-get-it grin. Watching tv ain't sexy, but I played along. Now, Teresa was aesthetically vicious w/ a curvaceous body that was more pornographic than Serena Williams. Her skin was soft chocolate with a burgundy hue. Her face was nearly identical to Nubian queens now displayed in gold. But, no queen would enslave her inner-self to be deformed by external definitions of her own being. Her eyes didn't lead to a soul as much as they led to another girl locked inside. Was I wrong for expecting more than flesh to bone? As she laid watching tv with a smirk on her face, I wanted to believe there was more than meets the eye. So, I grabbed her ankles to pull her across the bed and she lit up with anticipation. We began kissing and touching until she stretched out to grab some Lifestyle condoms. Damn... I had to squeeze my dick into the tightest brand ever. The genital suffocation had taken me half out my zone, but I was still ready. What ensued was a series of half-hearted routines meant to prove what didn't need to be proven. She was too arrogant and moved like every man wants the same thing. It was all so mechanical as she only got smuttier when I tried to make it sexier. Teresa seemingly couldn't tell the difference and I soon started to look like a jaded male pornstar while she worked it for more exposure in the game. There was a disconnect from her soul and her body that bothered me. She held back everything she pretended to be about while giving me what suckers were happy to take. After a night of limos and evening attire, we should not have been fucking like an informal fling. I didn't bet on making love, but I did wait months for her. It was like finally uncorking a fine bottle of a creamy Chardonnay to find that it was full of Budweiser and penis envy. Don't you hate when that happens? She wasn't really half-hearted, just half real. Things would have been amazing if she was just a girl I might've gangbanged, but this was out of place. I thought I was paying for the pussy and I then began realizing I may have spent over $300. Now, I really felt nothing between her superficiality and the lifeless latex strangler on my dick. Teresa rode me hard until she said she was cumming. I guess she came, but after well over 30 mins. I didn't even come to an estimate. I felt a coin in my back more than I felt her. Eventually, we both gave up and I was just happy to get that tight & dry condom off my dick to let it breathe again. The whole night was lame. I had the hot chick w/ big breast, the limousine entrance, and cash bulging out my tuxedo by Pierre Cardin w/ his cologne to match. I was some 16 year old P-Diddy for a day & it was boring. Any other dude would've been bragging about that night. I just learned that I'm not easily impressed and I should've asked her for my money back. For the next 10 years, she'd occasionally pop out the blue and biannually act as if I was supposed to wanna marry her and even asked if I'd father a with her. She'd try to TELL ME that we had a bond and she wasn't getting younger, but it was all game to drag me in her list of dicks. Teresa was a stripper, a sorority girl, a college cheerleader, and had even been shared by 2 actual blood brothers. All Teresa could do was turned me off whenever she'd ask me to spend the night. I could only see her lack of sincerity and her insane disregard for my individuality as a man. The bitch brought me a puppy and disappeared like moves will keep me on the back-burner. When women actually try moves, I only see a displaying the crap she fell for. Let's call it the Golden Shower Rule: Piss onto others as you've allowed dogs to piss onto you. Don't you hate when that happens? In conclusion: The worst sex I ever had... would have been great if I didn't expect more from "Teresa". |
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shit dude...tough luck bro...
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