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    Sarurday’s Are For Relaxing (2) – (Chapter: Bitter Spencer)

    Oh fuck this feels good. She’s inside of me and I love the feeling. It’s hardly new – I’m not a virgin, I know the feeling well – but these days I give more than I receive. And I haven’t received in a while.

    I have at least two one nightstands a week – and most of them time they’re literally “stands”. And sure they’re gratifying, in one-way or another. The last couple of orgasm’s I’ve had, have been self-inflicted, which is fine – because an orgasm is still an orgasm. However there is something about someone else moving inside of you, pushing you to your climax that is just so much better than flying solo. Plus this girl is so sexy, it’s painful.

    Sexy, but virginal. I’m never too sure whether I love or hate virgins. On one hand there is something so thrilling about being someone’s first – whether you’re being as gentle and caring as possible, trying to make their first time a beautiful memory, or whether you’re violently ripping away their innocence – you’ll permanently be marked in their mind as their first. Virgin’s are so nervous and eager to please, you can get them to do almost anything and they’ll comply, because usually they don’t know any better. But on the flip side, virgins are nervous and bumbling creatures, their movements are awkward and clumsy – never too sure of what to do. They move slowly and cautiously, annoyingly so, they need you to show them what to do, they need to be taught. If you’re looking for a quick fuck, virgin’s arnt usually the way to go.

     

    I picked her up in a gay bar; she was nursing a root beer looking like a deer caught in headlights. She looked so innocent and lost – such a fucking turn on. I knew it would only be a matter of time before someone else tried to pick her up – she is fucking hot after all – so I made my move, strolling up to her and starting a conversation, constantly finding reasons to touch her.

    I hate pretending. I hate being charming. Laying on all the bullshit, just so I can fuck whoever in a toilet cubical or the back of a cab, or occasionally in her bed. I know I’m just spouting crap, most of the time the girls must know too. But yet I still do it, I need to. Charm ‘em, fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. Every time. I usually end up using the same lines – like an actress going out and performing the same play every night. The same empty words spilling over my lips. I don’t tire of it though. Not one bit.

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