women, interesting creatures.

i’ve been through a fair share, I find joy in collecting different archetypes of them.

not just to fuck them. but I’m quite interested in their psychology. I guess that’s what happens when you’re too deep in marketing/sales.

and I always. always end up fucking them. every time.

not because I “make them” do it. honestly It’s because I barely even care about it. they can’t resist.

but the most interesting experience i’ve ever had was with a catholic girl.

met her online, her pictures were professional photoshoots. one of them she was dressing up as a “hopeless romantic” with roses and romeo and juliet books.

I’ll show you it, but I have to blur the face and tattoos that can be recognised (don’t want no shit coming back to me)

I call her to see what she’s on.

she’s painting… how cute.

so sweet.

by the end of this 30 minute call, she’s BEGGING for me to come over.

“I’m a girl who lives alone in my cute little house”

well I can’t do that, she’s 3-4 hours away.

she keeps begging and begging…

I don’t want to meet her, honestly. I hadn’t slept the whole night. I was working.

but somehow, she convinced me.

not for me to come to her. i never do that.

she comes to me.

I book a hotel.

“see you soon”

a 4 hour train journey for her.

so, it’s 11:30pm. I’m waiting at the train station. I hadn’t slept in 40 hours.

I see her hop off the train. 6 hour journey for her. I pop a pablo kiwi.

need my dopamine up so I seem happy to see her.

walk up, I see her, hug.

“you smell nice”

a spray of spicebomb extreme and dolce gabbana light blue intense… can’t go wrong. a combination of sweet and spice.

that’s what i am.

walk out the train station with her… waiting for the skoda octavia 6 mins away.

shes scraping her initials into a brick on the wall…

“marking your territory eh?”

“how your girlfriend?”

“huh? which one?” oops, first slip up

she opens her mouth and looks at me in shock… I thought that was funny.

anyway, ubers here.

went back to the hotel.

uber is playing romantic songs, bossman knows what he’s doing.

it’s dark, I catch her looking at me from time to time while I’m looking at the window playing with the rolled up ski mask on my head, gonna be a good night.

get back to the hotel, we gotta check in.

now… I’m faced with another issue.

what name did I book the hotel in?

try my real name…

“no reservations for this”

try my alias…

“yes room 314”

she looks stressed…

“what if we go be homeless for the night and smoke some crack, nitty love story”

turn emotions back to normal. we’re up in the room.

take my hoodie off… black wife beater is my uniform.

30 seconds later, laid up with eachother…

she says “I’m hungry”

can’t relate. I’m fat adapted.

open uber eats, gave her the phone.

“choose what you want”

she’s taking years, as all girls do.

she’s scrolling, and scrolling.

then she lays back with my phone… I can’t see my phone screen anymore.

“pass me it, I’ll show you what’s good” (this is a lie, I never order food)

“did you think I was going through your phone?”

my mind was kind of baffled… smart girl. I like this.

“no comment”

“what do you mean no comment!!? i was joking”

I’m a bad liar, I’ll just say no comment. I’m interview room adapted.

I got face id lock on snapchat and instagram, she couldn’t look through it even if my phone was unlocked (game from the deep end)

order the food…

throw the phone to the side.

at this point, i’ve already slipped up twice indicating that I’m a player.

but clearly… that doesn’t matter.

2 mins later… she’s pulling down my wife beater vest licking my chest talking about “you taste so good, i wanna eat you”

wadibumba. it’s a vampire. (aka, freak of the week)

I wanted to test the waters…

she wrapped her leg around me… I grabbed her ass, she was wearing jeans. standard procedure.

when she felt my hand grab her ass… she flung up surprised wide mouthed staring me in the eyes.

a dead serious look on her face… “stop! I’m a catholic…”

then she started giggling.

is this some kind of roleplay?

I look on her wrist… and she’s wearing a bracelet with little photos of jesus.

what a joke.

a day before this… I was thinking about how religious girls operate…

and? this confirms my suspicions.

it’s gonna be a good night.

she lies back down… I’m stroking her face, slipped a finger in her mouth.

she’s looking up and smiling at me.

“how are you so confident with touching me?”

without even thinking…

I say “muscle memory” (third slip up)

oh shit, I realised I fucked up.

she’s stood up… calling me “whore” “slut” “man” (weird insult)

I’m sat there laughing… I guess third times the charm.

fast forward 30 mins… she’s on top of me grabbing my face talking about “you’re going to be my boyfriend, then you can fuck me”

she’s smart, trying to get me to be exclusive with her in exchange for sex.

but I’m here laid back with a kiwi pablo in thinking of that one godfather gif talking about “make them an offer they can’t refuse” and I’m giggling to myself.

the night proceeds…

we’re on a walk at 3am, looking at the moon, she’s climbing a tree and I’m catching her when she’s jumping off.

she lands in my arms… she gives me a kiss.

“you’re gonna be my husband”

I look in here eyes.. "no comment”

but this time… she’s smiling.

go back to the hotel. long story short. fucked her hard. popped her cherry, I think. (or she just got fucked hard)

apologies in advance… but just so you know i’m not larping :

catholic girl, jesus on her bracelet, paints in her spare time, wants to fall deeply in love, virgin (maybe)

why did she end up fucking me on the first date?

as I said… I don’t meet these girls specifically to fuck them. I wanna see what made the sale “convert”

this was the most interesting case by far.

I’ve fucked “innocent” girls. but those innocent girls are normally shy party girls.

have you ever heard of the pickup line “gym date and cardio after?”. happened too. but that’ll be for a different email.

but a religious girl? that’s a different story.

but why did she fuck me? what made her not able to resist?

well, it comes down to one thing.

and here’s where we go into it.

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