I really like my V girl. Even if I didn’t want to fuck her, I’d still like her. She’s funny, smart, sporty, and has great girl game. With no prompting she cries out “fuck me Daddy!” when we make love. And she literally cries with the strength of her passion when we go deep into each others bliss. Not just screams, but cries, overcome.
But it wasn’t always that way. Not only did it take many dates just to be the first man to touch her firm high and tight breasts; squeezing my manhood into her virgin territory was a terribly tight and painful fit that took several tries. And then the chemistry was just mediocre, for me. I mean, I liked her a lot, but I didn’t really find my rhythm or groove and get to a high and long sustained place. Some short crecendos, after which I’d get tired and not passionate enough to quickly recharge. If I didn’t have other girls I’d have thought something was wrong with me. Woe be to the older married man with a fat wife; I’m sure millions of men think they have impotence problems, when what they have is chemistry problems.
V and I met up last week, after at least a month of travel and circumstances keeping us apart. It was a delight to get together, and we were more comfortable. But I still had stronger chemistry with my micro mini hyper neotenous seventeen year old Sally. Again I had a good connection with V, but tired easily. Later that night I had endless stamina for Sally.
And the next day Sally hacked into my phone and starts sending messages to V. She included a picture of a new girl I’d had in my bed a few weeks ago, that she got from my phone. She told her about my other girls that I’d been fucking while still dating her. Sally got V to come over and meet her, while I was still asleep. I was expecting to see V that next day, and woke to find her standing over my bed.
“Woah! You’re early!!”
“Are you alone?” she asked, rhetorically. Sally’s purse was still on the bed.
“Oh my god. You’re too early”. I was heartbroken. What a mess. I quickly walked V out to the living room, went back to my room to see that Sally was in the toilet, locked the door to my room, and went back out to talk to V, thinking maybe I could wisk her out of there before the two met. Sally climbed out the window and I tried to get her back in the room so I could deal with V alone, still unaware that they’d already talked. Sally would not leave me alone to talk to V. It was exasperating and the whole situation was maddening.
I was not feeling guilty – I was heartbroken and angry. What a mess.
V walked out, and I followed, locking Sally in the villa, after physically fighting to close the door on her. V was near tears. “Why did you follow me? There is nothing to talk about. I never want to see you again.”
Then she hailed a cab and drove off.
After an hour of text messaging her with heartfelt poetry, she agreed to meet at the beach, because “her heart wanted to see me”. At the beach I poured out whatever of my life story she could stomach to hear. After a few hours talking she agreed to come back to my place, and then we had better sex than ever. Some words that came out of some deep part of me at a climax were “I’m so sorry. I love you so much. Please don’t leave me”. Some words that came out of her were “I love you too”.
And the next day we finally found our groove. Very good sex. I love hearing her voice when we fuck. That girls got the best girl game. “Daddy fuck me, fuck your daughter Daddy!” And we not only connected in some sustained bliss, but in deep emotion. And again. And again. Yeah.
Sally had told V that she is two weeks pregnant. She told her to back off, that I was her man, that we’d been dating for over 6 months. She threatened V with black magic and worse.
And yet for all that all she did was drive V and I closer.
V never agreed to me having more than one girl. She said it’s a completely untenable situation that no girl, including her, would or could ever agree to.
And yet her actions tell a totally different story. She’s concerned about me seeing other girls, but isn’t pushing it. She believes in our love, because it’s true. And she knows it’s true because Sally forced my hand to be honest.
Now I don’t have any secrets from V. I explained everything in detail about my life; how my heart is like the sun and how I often keep multiple girlfriends. I’m not the asshole anymore, I’m the lover. And I do love that girl.
There is no conflict of interest inside, or outside now. I’m free to be who I am. And that probably has a big part to play in why my dick gets harder for V now.
By the way, I know some people think that older guys dating younger women out here MUST have a lot to do with financial support.
Well, V not only put herself through college on a scholarship, but is crafty business-woman who earns from four up to ten thousand dollars per month. In a country where a well paid secretary at a top company earns $350 and programmers start at the same.
V was a virgin, holding out until the age of 23 to give it up, to me.
She’s not into me for my looks, nor my money. But she’s into me. Something fierce.
We not only found our chemistry with each other, we deliberately made it. I’m good at my game, and she’s good at hers. We created this fire, out of sticks and twigs. Well done girl. Daddy loves you.
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Oh, by the way, Sally and I are also closer than ever. After I locked her in the villa she smashed plates and glasses, then walked out when I returned. I was furious at her and didn’t meet up with her again for a few days, and when I did I could hardly bring myself to talk to her. She’s still as possessive as ever, but she got another dose of my not giving a fuck leave me if you don’t like it attitude. Jealousy is a HUGE turn off to me. I’d really rather be without the girl at all than inside her jail cell. And just like V, Sally says one thing and does another. She says she can not and will not ever abide by me seeing other girls, and does abide by it.
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Oh, and there is another new girl who also regularly says that she loves me. I only spent three days with her so far, but we hit it off quite well. A single mother. Twenty one. I don’t know what it is about her, but to me that girl is viagra embodied. Maybe it’s the shape of her mouth.
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M25 has been waiting to see me. She likes to mention that she will always love me and visit me for the rest of her life, even if she is married, and even if I’m 80. I could call up N19 but have no mood to do so, and haven’t contacted her in many weeks.
Bradadumba said:
Thanks for sharing this. “Even when married”. That’s the power of owning her devotion. She’d do anything for you.
Djdjjdjd said:
What kind of business does she do?
xsplat said:
Generally I’m very protective of business ideas. I doubt most people have the capacity to put a correct value on good business ideas, and while I’d like to be and be seen as generous, I’ve learned that value for value is the best way to go.
She learned her skills through a carefully chosen mentor and careful application of attention and energy. I will say that her work requires unusually strong social skills, and that in her field she stands out as one of the very best, and has earned a strong reputation.
Why are you curious to know, by the way? Aside from the fact of being “just curious”.
Bradadumba said:
People like to know secrets, just for the sake of it. The “how did you get rich?” question. The “how to get six pack abs in 6 days” question.
It doesn’t even matter what the idea is, what matters is exactly what you said – the careful application of attention and energy. I wouldn’t even care to ask. Ain’t gonna know what to do with this information.
My mentor has helped me a LOT so far but now advises me to focus on many many things. Read this book, watch this video, learn fighting, get more women, meditate, get this… And be relaxed while doing all of that and getting enough sleep. I can’t do everything – and choose not to – because “one thing at a time”. #1 Money/skills #2 Health #3 Women.
Direction of energy is very important. In a year’s time I will only need to put in half the mental energy to get the same level of women that I do now. But if I put that energy in now, I will skip out on the money and a year later will get only a slight advantage to where I am now.
Dirjrjrj said:
Its always good to get ideas. They are like business case studies, you can always learn something new. I doubt north american random will be a big threat to your gf’s indo business.
One unaddressed market that I got my in north american relative excited about is making fitness food. Initially as a personal cook and eventually into a franchise. It was well suited towards their goals, and scales pretty well with minimal startup risk. I also suggested being a real estate agent, but that didn’t fit for them because of the on call nature of the job.
Also brad, lay down the paranoia and assumptions, its not good for your social and mental health. Come from a place of generous positivity, not fearful negativity.
Dictator said:
Nice, a Virgin slut, to be that is. Just was waiting to be unlocked “even when she’s married” * to another guy * after being fucked by you and ten others in bewteen the slut will come see you. Fine, hope thats never your wife and nobody I know – their wives, disgusting what the modern feminist hookup whore enabling culture has done to these young women.
xsplat said:
I’m not following you.
It seems you are projecting out a lot of assumptions. Where did those come from?
I’m in Bali, by the way. I’m not sure what “modern feminist hookup” culture you live in, but I doubt that in any place there is a homogeneity of socio-sexual scores.
People’s socio-sexual scores vary quite widely.
My V is still in love with only me, and has never been with anyone else. She puts up with me seeing other girls, and even puts up with me lying about it. She explains that she feels compelled to forgive me.
It’s still amazing to me how these girls are so into me, considering my age and appearance.
And how so many of them don’t seem to ever want to leave. I have 5 in total now, 1 has been with me for 5 years, one 2 years, one not quite a year, then V, and some other girl I hardly ever see.
I have a very difficult time empathizing with people who don’t find or feel or share love with women. It’s just such a natural and important part of my daily routine, that when I come across people who flat out deny the possibility of it, I can’t even begin to imagine where they could possibly be coming from.
Love is EASY.
Another attitude I am unable to wrap my mind around is the socially conservative stance. I’m a truth oriented man. I’m most interested in empirical observation as the basis mental maps of reality. The so-cons strike me as grabbing the other end of the stick. They start with shoulds and coulds and woulds. Women SHOULD be monogamous. If only people acted better women COULD be monogamous. If only reality weren’t so persistent, women WOULD be monogamous.
It seems to me that all it takes is extensive real world in the field hands on experience to disabuse oneself of idealistic notions of what sexual relationships SHOULD be like.
The only thing that matters is what they CAN be. What I can make of my own relationships, in this real world. Not in some alternate reality world of “if-only”.