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Gentler
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First let me say that I've always been a gentleman and I've always treated women with respect and kindness.
And it has gotten me absolutely zilch in the way of gratuitous sex.
So late last week I'm reading a thread about tickling girls that don't like it. One guy talked about his noncon experiences. He tickles women ruthlessly which they hate. But then when it's done - lo and behold - they have sex with him!
Now at first I thought it was bullshit. I mean - Why would a woman who was just tickled against her will have sex with this guy? It made no sense. But I kept reading on and he seemed confident and undaunted by the two women who appeared to be greatly offended by his philosophy and exploits.
It got me thinking to myself, "Self, maybe you've been going about this all wrong." I started thinking that maybe women are bored with gentlemen. I also started thinking about my upcoming date with Belinda on Saturday night.
I read on. I was struck by the intensity and ferocity of this man's female attackers. Particularly the one who kept calling him names and vowed he would do jail time, etc. And then suddenly realization just washed over me like cold water. Holy crap, I thought. She's TURNED ON by him, and she doesn't even know it!
Fast forward a day to Saturday. I'm prepared for my date with Belinda. I've got my four-poster bed with rope all ready. I was giddy with excitement. I was going to tickle this girl with a vengeance! I'd never tickled Belinda before. But I did once ask her how she felt about it (big mistake now I realize) and she said she absolutely hated it. She added that the best way to get on her bad side was to tickle her.
I took her to dinner at this expensive Italian restaurant. She had linguini. I had Chicken Marsala. We had some slightly pricy wine with the meal. I invited her to my place. She smiled and took my arm.
When we arrived, I went to take her coat. She put her arms downward behind her to assist. When the coat was part way down her arms I twisted it suddenly, binding her arms behind her. She struggled and said, "HEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
I eased her down to the floor and straddled her, grinning. For a moment I just wiggled my fingers at her. Her eyes grew twice their size. I savored the moment for just a second, and then plunged in. I tickled her sides, her stomach, and dug into her armpits. She screamed and struggled violently, whipping her head back and forth - hair flying.
I even reached up her skirt and tickled her high on the thigh. She went absolutely ballistic. After about ten minutes of this, she suddenly went limp. I pulled her coat off her, and helped her over to the couch. We sat down together. She looked at me as though she were looking at a stranger, or somebody out of a fairy tale. I leaned closer and moved as if to kiss her.
She grabbed my head with both her hands and kissed me like I've never been kissed before. She started unbuttoning my shirt. Three minutes later we're on my bed having no-holds-barred sex. She was a freaking stallion.
Yesterday she called me no less than four times. She's called twice today!
I'm a new man, ladies and guys. No more gentle ler here!
And it has gotten me absolutely zilch in the way of gratuitous sex.
So late last week I'm reading a thread about tickling girls that don't like it. One guy talked about his noncon experiences. He tickles women ruthlessly which they hate. But then when it's done - lo and behold - they have sex with him!
Now at first I thought it was bullshit. I mean - Why would a woman who was just tickled against her will have sex with this guy? It made no sense. But I kept reading on and he seemed confident and undaunted by the two women who appeared to be greatly offended by his philosophy and exploits.
It got me thinking to myself, "Self, maybe you've been going about this all wrong." I started thinking that maybe women are bored with gentlemen. I also started thinking about my upcoming date with Belinda on Saturday night.
I read on. I was struck by the intensity and ferocity of this man's female attackers. Particularly the one who kept calling him names and vowed he would do jail time, etc. And then suddenly realization just washed over me like cold water. Holy crap, I thought. She's TURNED ON by him, and she doesn't even know it!
Fast forward a day to Saturday. I'm prepared for my date with Belinda. I've got my four-poster bed with rope all ready. I was giddy with excitement. I was going to tickle this girl with a vengeance! I'd never tickled Belinda before. But I did once ask her how she felt about it (big mistake now I realize) and she said she absolutely hated it. She added that the best way to get on her bad side was to tickle her.
I took her to dinner at this expensive Italian restaurant. She had linguini. I had Chicken Marsala. We had some slightly pricy wine with the meal. I invited her to my place. She smiled and took my arm.
When we arrived, I went to take her coat. She put her arms downward behind her to assist. When the coat was part way down her arms I twisted it suddenly, binding her arms behind her. She struggled and said, "HEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
I eased her down to the floor and straddled her, grinning. For a moment I just wiggled my fingers at her. Her eyes grew twice their size. I savored the moment for just a second, and then plunged in. I tickled her sides, her stomach, and dug into her armpits. She screamed and struggled violently, whipping her head back and forth - hair flying.
I even reached up her skirt and tickled her high on the thigh. She went absolutely ballistic. After about ten minutes of this, she suddenly went limp. I pulled her coat off her, and helped her over to the couch. We sat down together. She looked at me as though she were looking at a stranger, or somebody out of a fairy tale. I leaned closer and moved as if to kiss her.
She grabbed my head with both her hands and kissed me like I've never been kissed before. She started unbuttoning my shirt. Three minutes later we're on my bed having no-holds-barred sex. She was a freaking stallion.
Yesterday she called me no less than four times. She's called twice today!
I'm a new man, ladies and guys. No more gentle ler here!
Sure, they might wish to maybe meet up one day but they don't make that their only reason for being here.
