Serene’s tinder profile said no one night stands. I thought to myself. I wonder if they write that so that guys won’t think they are sluts. She was a bit old – 32, but looked nice, maybe a 7-8, but since the pics were selected I assumed about a 6-7. I put her through my Tinder lead collection process and didn’t give her much thought. She agreed to an afternoon coffee date at 4.30 so I put her in my calendar.
Lying on my bed reading I got a message at 4.35pm. “Where are you” Oh fuck. Do I cancel? No, she has come all the way to see me, she might be a nice chick, I’ll just have a coffee and bail “Give me 10 mins”. I reply.
I had had a lunchtime date that day and brought her back to my room. She then said she wanted money, so uncharacteristically, instead of kicking her out I gave her a 1000THB, bent her over, put on a condom, and smashed her – then threw her out. I had also had a first date with a hot little 38kg Muay Thai trainer the night before and fucked her all night. I wasn’t quite finished with Muay Thai girl and had her booked for another date at 7pm after her training. I thought, I will just have coffee with Serene. Who knows what it will lead to.
I was waiting in Starbucks when she arrived and I was surprised how tall she was. It was hard to see her body under her very conservative clothes, but I could see her exposed arms; long and slender, nicely toned with beautiful skin. I imagined the legs would match. Her face was pretty and her smile was warm. I wouldn’t hesitate in fucking her.
We exchanged greetings and ordered coffee and got into conversation. She was Singaporean of Chinese decent and spoke perfect English. It was a nice change from the LBSM’s broken English. We were actually able to talk about global topics like international economics, politics and culture. I liked her. And although I wasn’t really trying to seduce her any time I touched her or attempted any intimacy she welcomed it. I considered pulling her home, but time was running out before my next date with Muay Thai girl and I was looking forward to another debacherous session with her – she had a high tolerance to pain and I hadn’t reached her limit of what she would let me do to her, the more I hurt and dominated her the more she liked it. I was looking forward to fucking her in the arse and choking her.
I was going to have to wrap this date up with Serene soon, but then my phone buzzed from Muay Thai girl. “I am tired after training. I can’t come you tonight”. “OK” I replied. I then turned to Serene and looked her up and down. Well I suppose it’s time to pull the trigger.
I started a bit more touch, poking her thigh to make a point, brushing her hair away from her face and nuzzled my beard into her neck. She took it all so I suggested we go and get a drink at a bar and then dinner. She agreed and I lead the way towards my hotel. When we got to my hotel I said. “That’s my hotel. The bar is up there a bit further, but it might be nicer to get some take-aways and just hang in my room.” “OK” Said the fly to the spider.
I bought some beer at 7/11 and we went up to my room. I put some music on and sat back on the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and I did my best not to pounce on her straight away, but she looked like she wanted it, so after a few minutes, I moved towards her, placing my arms around her and bringing my face close to hers. She reached in and kissed me on the lips and our hands started running all over each other. I pulled her back on the bed and put my thigh between her legs. All very straightforward so far, almost exactly like the date the day before had gone, minus talk about economics and politics.
As I went down to lift her top to kiss her belly she said “No, I don’t sleep around”
I was a bit shocked but tried not to show it. I said. “It’s ok, I understand. We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. I am just happy to be hanging out with you. We can go to dinner soon.”
And I went back to kissing her and pushing my thigh into her crutch. I thought to myself. Listen to her actions, not her words. My cock started to get hard so I pulled her on top like she was riding me and rubbed my cock into her pussy through our clothes. I grabbed her by the throat to test for her arousal to rough stuff, but she didn’t give any signals that she liked it. I then slipped my hand down the back of her shorts and grabbed her bum, that went alright so I slipped it further down and reached her pussy. She gasped as I placed my finger in between her wet pussy lips, but didn’t stop me.
I then took off my shorts so all I had on was my undies, and then I motioned for her to do the same. She complied and now we were really grinding with only our underwear separating our naughty bits. It was bit awkward reaching so far around to finger her so I flipped her over on her back and lifted her top to kiss her belly again. She let me this time. Her stomach was as toned and smooth as I had hoped. I went further down and slipped her G-string to the side and licked her sweet pussy. It was hairless and tasted good – salty but a fresh scent. I went back to her stomach and to kiss her breasts but she stopped me. This is weird, she lets me lick her pussy, but not her tits. I go up and kiss her mouth and bring my hand up under her top. As I get to her breasts she stops me. We look at each other and smile. “What, you think if I touch your breasts you will lose complete control and won’t be able to stop yourself”. “Something like that.” She says with a smile.
“It’s OK, I understand” I say as I go back to kissing her and place her hand on my cock through my undies. She rubs my shaft and then slides her hand down to rub under my balls. Good girl. I continue to kiss her and reach my hand down to her pussy to play with her clit. We are now rubbing each other and breathing into each others mouth. I pull her on top again and push my hard cock against her pussy as I grab her from behind the neck and pull her face forcibly onto mine. I bite and suck her lip and she sucks my tongue. I squeezed her neck harder with my left hand and with my right force it up under her top and under her bra so it is now on her bare breast. She gives a moment of resistance, but as I squeezed her tighter she surrenders and goes back to kissing me.
I lift her top up and clamp my mouth on her right tit. She writhes in ecstasy as I suck harder and flick her nipple between my teeth. I release her other breast from her bra and reach my mouth over to it and repeat the process. I then go back to kissing her and unlatch the catch at the back of her bra and motion for her to take her top off. She complies and now sitting on my looks down at me with a half-defeated look. “I’m sorry, but I can’t have sex with you”. She says.
“It’s ok, I understand.” I reply.
“No, you don’t understand. You just keep saying that.”
“Haha. I don’t understand the thought process, but I understand the feeling. Your body is screaming to fuck me, but your mind thinks it’s not a good idea and you have this cognitive dissonance”
“How do you understand me so well? You are too experienced”
“I’m not a teenager. I don’t need to fuck you. I have enjoyed the whole time we have spent together and we can stop at any time. I love having your beautiful half-naked body sitting on top of me. If that’s as far as we go, I’m happy with that.”
We went back to kissing and as we started to heat up again I removed my undies so that the only thing between us was her G-string. As her breathing started to increase I flipped her over and kissed her belly, down to her inner thigh, back up to her breasts. I looked up at her and she seemed completely lost, her eyes rolled back into her head as I devoured her body. I grabbed her knickers and pulled them off – no resistance, and went down on her again. I pushed her legs right up so I could get my tongue in there and make sure she was loose enough for my dick to slip in. As her breath came heavier I moved my mouth up her slowly kissing all parts of her body as I proceeded to her mouth. I started kissing her mouth and slid my cock along the length of her wet pussy lips. She pulled my but cheeks in so I went for gold and tried to fuck her, but she squirmed and I missed my shot. I held her tight and went again, but she kept moving. I locked her in place with my arms and the head of my cock at the gate but she had dried up a little and I couldn’t get it in before she moved again.
I thought to myself I had never been this close to fucking and still getting resistance. I thought back to some evolutionary biology reading about the date rape gene and the statistics that of all the date rapes in a particular college, the men that successfully raped the girl were ten times more likely to fuck her on a subsequent occasion with consent. The theory was that the man’s ability to fuck her against her wishes was a successful strategy for the succession of her genes, as her sons to this man would have the same ability. So the guys that tried and failed had no chance.
I don’t subscribe to rape and I continued to give this girl every opportunity to leave, but if she chose to stay on her own free will then I was going to continue to try and stick my dick in her. I figured if she stayed she wanted it and her resistance was two-fold. One, to test my worthiness if I could overcome her resistance, and two, so she could get what she wanted with the excuse that she had done her best not to be a slut and “It just happened.”
I looked at her and she smiled up at me and I realized I had crossed a line and tried to stick my cock in her while she had continued to say no – technically rape. I traced my hand along her torso as we lay there and she lay back like a cat purring. “You are like a cat” I say. “Haha, your cat.” She replies.”
“That was pretty close, maybe we should go and get dinner.” I say. She just lay there purring like a cat. OK, she wants to be fucked. “Or maybe I should get a condom” I suggest as I push my thigh back into her crutch and kiss her. “No. I’m not having sex.” “OK. I understand.” “No, you don’t.” “Haha” I laugh as I go back to kissing her.
I lay on my back and pulled her over so she was resting her head on my chest and after stroking her hair for a bit I pushed her head down to my cock. She resisted at first, but I kept my hand on her head and wouldn’t let her up. She put her mouth around my cock and then got into it, licking my shaft and balls. She was ok at head, but I’m not a huge fan of blowjobs and only did it because I know it can turn girls on, the fact that she made me force her was even more of a turn on. And it was quite a turn on for me too once I realized we were playing the “rape game”. As politically incorrect as it is I was discovering how pleasurable it is, under the right circumstances, for a both parties to play. Coincidentally I was reading the Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand and had just read the famous rape scene that the woman being rape had enjoyed it.
I reach down and pull her on top so her pussy lips are rubbing along my shaft and we are kissing passionately. I give a couple goes at getting it in, but she moves away and is a bit dry. I don’t try too hard and break the plausible deniability, but my cock is getting a bit sore from all this rubbing. I reach over and grab the baby oil from my bedside table and apply some to my cock. “This will make it better.” I say. Now I had her slipping up and down my cock and it really was better. She tilted her head back in ecstasy and I could feel the head of my cock getting ever so close to her hole on every upstroke. I said. “Wow, this is almost as good as sex. I can probably come like this”. I actually meant it and was almost resigned to shooting my load like this. It had been two hours and I was getting hungry.
With my hands on her waist, I pushed her down so her oily lips slid down the length of my cock. As she came up I moved my left hand to her lower back and my right hand to the back of her neck. I felt the head of my cock reach her opening and gave a little push. The head slipped in. She gasped. And I grabbed her tight so she was locked in and pushed my cock the rest of the way in. It felt so fucking good. Her tight lips finally wrapped around the base of my cock after two hours of banging at the door. She tried to get off, but I held her tight with my cock deep in her pussy until she finally surrendered and let her weight fall on me.
We went at it for 20 minutes until I had thought she had come and then I stopped for a break. I looked down at her and she says. “I can’t believe I did that. I never have one night stands. I’m going to hate myself tomorrow” “It’s ok, I understand,” I say with a laugh. She returns my laughter and I kiss her neck playfully.
“My body wanted you so much, but my mind kept saying no. Why is that?”
“That’s a big question. I have studied some evolutionary biology and psychology so I’ll tell you what I know… The biological reason for sex is to make babies right? so even if we take precautions your body expects to get pregnant. The DNA of your body is ten thousand years old. We haven’t really changed that much since then. In those times death from childbirth was very high. Not only is there the risk of the actual birth, but the pregnancy puts you in a very vulnerable state for 9 months. The risk for a man is much less. He sows his seed and that’s it, he can have a baby every day. For a woman, the propagation of her genes down to future generations depends heavily on who she has sex with. She needs to make sure that the man that impregnates her will stay around to look after her while she is in her vulnerable state of pregnancy. She also needs the man to stick around for 3-7 years to provide resources and the guidance of male energy for her children… Notice how you are all relaxed now?”
She nods her head and looks up at me with wide eyes.
“And see how you look at me now with love in you eyes?”
“Well, that is oxytocin flooding your body. It is making you fall in love with me. When we were horny with the anticipation of sex our bodies were full of testosterone, among other hormones – now we have had sex, the oxytocin, also known as the love drug, kicks in and removes the testosterone and cortisol and makes us relaxed and euphoric. Our bodies produce this hormone to create pair bonding because we just went through the process of making a baby, even if you aren’t actually pregnant. And your body needs that chemical to overlook all my faults, so you are nice to me and don’t push me away with your criticisms and complaining. You have to wait until after 3-7 years when you see me as I really am, and not so dependant on me, before you can start the complaining”
She gives an identifying chuckle.
“So that’s why you like me so much now and may even feel love for me, it’s not love, it’s just the hormones. And that’s why you might hate yourself tomorrow. There is a very painful withdrawal from oxytocin, what goes up must come down. I’m sure you have experienced this pain of loss before, and thought it was ‘true love’, now you look back it probably makes more sense that you were under the influence of a very strong drug. The love drug.”
She nods in agreement.
“How many guys have you had sex with?”
She won’t answer.
“I’m guessing it’s less than ten.”
She nods, but I can tell by her look, it’s probably much less then ten.
“The more times you go through the process of pair-bonding with the oxytocin hormone, the less it has an effect on you. You don’t pair-bond as strong and the withdrawals are less. I think that is why there is an intrinsic belief in most cultures that women should not sleep around. I have heard that women with only a few sexual experiences make the best wives. It’s the ability to pair-bond and overlook their husband’s defects that make them better wives. So yes, you love me now, but might hate me next week. It’s ok. I won’t hold it against you when you stop returning my messages”
“We’ll see” She says. I can tell by her puppy dog eyes that she doesn’t believe she could ever hate me.
“But it get’s a bit more complicated. Women are attracted to two types of guys, generally speaking. Those that can provide strong DNA and those that can provide resources. So if you imagine the guys you have been attracted to… you can probably imagine these two ends of the spectrum, and sometimes you will find the rare guy that fits both ‘lover’ and ‘provider’. This is very politically incorrect but your best chance of passing on your genes is to have some kids to a man with lots of resources so those children will be well cared for and prosper into adulthood, and one child with a guy with strong DNA, but who is not going to stick around, and your ancestors that pulled this strategy off most successfully let the provider man think all three kids were his.
In the bird kingdom for a lot of bird species, it is the male that sits on the nest to let the chicks hatch. It is estimated about 30% of of the chicks that males invest their time and resources into are not theirs. Humans are a bit less. Child support agency figures suggest about 15%…. Obviously there wasn’t DNA testing until recently so the natural percentage may have been higher.
So.. women that have kids to these “strong DNA” men have more success passing on their genes. And because of that, attraction to this sort of guy will always be in the gene pool. One of the attributes of this strong DNA guy is the ability to seduce women. The better he is at seducing women the better his sons are going to be at seducing women and spreading their seed, giving you potentially more grand children. I believe your desire to fuck me and resistance to doing it is exactly this in action.
When you are honest with yourself I am far from boyfriend material. I have no desire to have any kids nor share my life or resources with any woman. Yet you are attracted and your body is screaming to fuck me. You also put up a range of obstacles as tests to see if I can overcome your resistance and get my cock in your pussy. This is not conscious. This is a habitual response triggered from thousands of years of evolution. If I pass all the tests, as I did, then your genes recognise that I am worthy of fucking. If I can pass all your resistance tests then the son you have to me is likely to pass the same resistance tests with other girls and give you many grand children”
She looked at me like a teenager infatuated with her professor. I was horny again after all that so I fucked her again and took her for dinner. We spent that night and the next together. I enjoyed her company and her body. We are still in touch and plan to see each other again in six weeks, but I suspect she will decide against another oxytocin roller coaster.