V - Why Cant I Use A Smiley Face? Stories From One Month In America

Petra told me I was the first guy to come inside her, Isaid.

Was she telling the truth? Dexter asked.

I believe so.

I didnt think she was lying because there were no slut warningsigns, not like the girl Dexter just smashed. She let him raw dog on the secondround and commented how she liked being tied up. The biggest sign, by far, waswhen she told Dexter, I dont usually do this.

She took it to the next level the following morning when hergirlfriend came for coffee to state how surprised she was that Dexter wasable to take his conquest home so soon. Sluts have a damage control routineafter banging a guy, not much different than a routine Id use to get them intobed. Nice girls dont have a routine because they think what they just did wasa one-in-a-million chance event, dictated by the stars. They hug you close andclose their eyes, savoring the moment.

Dexters girl, in her late twenties, hinted that she washaving trouble securing a long-term relationship. And so it goes, the gradualtransformation of another woman into a spinster. This isnt a complaint, sincemy dick has benefited from this degradation countless times, but I wonder ifsomething is lost when women start seeing men as no more than vessels forshort-term sexual pleasure.

For a man it takes about fifty or so notches before hisbrain is permanently affected by his sexual experiences. Sex becomes acommodity and his dealings with women become ruthless and manipulative. Theconcept of love becomes more mathematical than romantic.

Its harder to estimate when women begin to decline. I dontthink theres a university professor anywhere studying the cock number at whicha girls ability to find a lifelong companion becomes impossible. If there is,hell be immediately dismissed from the school once the study is released. Iestimate that it takes ten male partners for a woman to start realizing thatshe doesnt need a man. Any man who dates her after that will get half-assedrelationship efforts and increased entitlement. She knows how easy it is to getanother cock that, though maybe not as good as yours, will validate her nonetheless.

Petras body was thin, her long legs flexible and toned, andher complexion tan and smooth. She was nervous when we first had sex and didntmake much noise. It wasnt until the sixth or seventh time that she finally gotinto it. Her pussy became so responsive that foreplay was no longer needed.

On the fourth date, she said, I missed you when we greetedeach other in the main square. She was on her period. Thats when she let meblast inside her. At twenty-six, I figure she has been with seven guys.

She came over the night before I was to return to Washington DC. After a couple hours of food and sex, I walked her to my doorway. Ihovered above my body, looking down as she got teary-eyed. I saw myself tryingto conjure up some type of emotion to make it seem as if I was sad. For asecond, I considered thinking of my parents dying so that my goodbye would seemmore sincere. Its during these goodbyes, when Im unable to feel, that Iquestion what the game has done to me. I really did like Petra, but Europeswomb seems to produce an unlimited supply of her. You lose one and therequickly comes another.