To: I feel guilty because I’m not like other s***** assault victims. After I got raped, I’ve turned into a s***.
Me: Everyone handles r*** differently and you have chosen this way, ultimately, if it brings you an opportunity to heal, that is really all you should be concerned about.
I think you are handling things a lot better than most women do, however, if you f*** on the first date, make sure they take you out and treat you to a meal of something worthwhile, so it is a win-win for you too.
Most s** is pretty basic. The guy pokes you, cums and then he rolls over and goes to sleep, leaving you high and dry.
Perhaps when you get a guy who hits all of your buttons and turns you on and makes sure you b************* too, then you will have found the right guy to be with and the ways you are going about it now, is one way of sorting through men who are available, to find the right one for you.
Just don’t get sucked into prostitution for a Pimp and if you do, report him to the Police (in America) because Police treat Pimps as downright evil, as indeed they are – a word from the wise.
My last wife had 7 guys taking it in turn to f*** her, one each night. My time was Sunday and the guy before me used to leave love bites on her neck, which made me even more h**** when I fucked her, also knowing 6 other guys had greased her hole before me.
When she took me to meet her parents, I knew she had chosen me, from the other 6 guys – her father was a big man like a white Gorilla – and the guy before me had left love bites all around his daughters neck and he saw them, went bright red and looked like he wanted to tear me in two – so I said, Oh, Ray (that was his name) I see you are looking at the love bites on your daughters neck – well, I did not put them there – and he looked like a boiler which was going to explode, he went even redder and did not know where to look, but not at me, which was as funny as hell.
I went into their kitchen where she was, talking to her mum and her mum would not look at me, but kept looking at the love bites and looking away, so I did the same thing with her, as with my girlfriend’s father and she went bright red and did not know where to look, which was even funnier.
My girlfriend, did not give a s*** – as luck would have it, one day,
I was outside, up a stepladder, doing some work outside and my girlfriend said to me: Well, we have been together for 6 months and if you don’t ask me to marry you soon, I am going to drop you off and look around some more for someone else and I was so surprised I fell of the stepladder and on the way down I thought “why not” and after I landed, I asked her to marry me, which she later did.
It lasted 5 years and was great to begin with, but it was the same old, same old – until we were married s** was great, once we were married and she had a marriage license, she started closing her legs until s** was once a week, if that and things lasted until she found another young guy with better prospects to f*** and I got the boot out of our home, etc, divorced………..and I’ve never re-married again, since.
She was 5 years younger than me and had no creases from the 3 kids she bore, her body was flawless….. She was really k**** to begin with, b****** s** (where I tied her to the bed and other b****** games with her being bound) and well, I’ll leave you to wonder – anyway – we found that dog leads were great for b******, the loops go under the bed legs and the buckle you secure the dog to it with, we used the dog collars to attach to, after I had spread her out and bound her and she could not move, whatever I did.
When I moved in with her and her kids, her father helped us move – he had a truck and we had forgotten to remove the b****** straps and when he and I lifted the bed, he saw the b****** gear and went bright red, all over again and would not look me in the eye and I had a big smile on my face, which probably did not help much either. Fun times indeed.
Twice bitten, 3 times shy.