My favorite game

[Marquis]

You know that game women will play, where they run away and you have to run after them?

That is my most favorite game in the whole world.

Everything about my behavior tonight screamed "I refuse to acknowledge your feminine side."

My sweatpants were stained. Porn graced the widescreen. Farts were frequent.

Enough was enough. Sexy outfit. Too much lipstick. Out the door. Phone is dead, just so I know.

The average frustrated chump would be out the door before she could hit the elevator button, begging, pleading..... maybe crying even?

I stand up slowly. I shower with a smirk. My shirt is freshly dry-cleaned, my jeans are stylish but comfortable.

She is at a bar, around the corner, one of them. She is surrounded by guys who want to fuck her and she is letting them believe it might happen. Women are sneering at her with jealousy but the more pathetic they get the friendlier she is. She is the shining star, ruler of her domain.

Until I arrive. I'll ignore her, but she's already expecting that. The key will be to break into her group. Steal the limelight. Force her to engage me.

If she acknowledges my victory, we'll be going home as a couple tonight.

If she pretends not to know who I am, we'll have a one night stand.

Either way I'm good.

Peace out everybody.

 

[subsarah1989]

You know that game women will play, where they run away and you have to run after them?

That is my most favorite game in the whole world.

Everything about my behavior tonight screamed "I refuse to acknowledge your feminine side."

My sweatpants were stained. Porn graced the widescreen. Farts were frequent.

Enough was enough. Sexy outfit. Too much lipstick. Out the door. Phone is dead, just so I know.

The average frustrated chump would be out the door before she could hit the elevator button, begging, pleading..... maybe crying even?

I stand up slowly. I shower with a smirk. My shirt is freshly dry-cleaned, my jeans are stylish but comfortable.

She is at a bar, around the corner, one of them. She is surrounded by guys who want to fuck her and she is letting them believe it might happen. Women are sneering at her with jealousy but the more pathetic they get the friendlier she is. She is the shining star, ruler of her domain.

Until I arrive. I'll ignore her, but she's already expecting that. The key will be to break into her group. Steal the limelight. Force her to engage me.

If she acknowledges my victory, we'll be going home as a couple tonight.

If she pretends not to know who I am, we'll have a one night stand.

Either way I'm good.

Peace out everybody.

i wish i could let myself stop at letting them believe that it might happen....i have a lot to learn. as long as i live like i do i am nothing more than a slut...no Master wants that

 

[Marquis]

i wish i could let myself stop at letting them believe that it might happen....i have a lot to learn. as long as i live like i do i am nothing more than a slut...no Master wants that

I love that my woman is desired.

 

[intothewoods]

So what happened at the end of the night?

 

[Marquis]

She didn't even put up a fight.

 

[SirLeo]

I love that my woman is desired.

Yes, it is an incredible turn on. So is having My woman know that other women desire Me!

 

[eastern sun]

This is my husband's kind of game.

It's interesting to me that you're disappointed that she didn't put up a fight. (And I'm assuming that you mean she didn't end up with someone else that night, nor even make you feel like she might for very long.)

Because I often don't put up a fight either, even though I know he would like to go into that more dangerous territory. And it's usually because I'm genuinely scared of giving him an excuse to go find someone he might like more than me.

What is it about the "sure thing" that makes it both so desirable and then so disappointing?

 

[Marquis]

Yes, it is an incredible turn on. So is having My woman know that other women desire Me!

It's good to be on top of the food chain.

This is my husband's kind of game.

It's interesting to me that you're disappointed that she didn't put up a fight. (And I'm assuming that you mean she didn't end up with someone else that night, nor even make you feel like she might for very long.)

Because I often don't put up a fight either, even though I know he would like to go into that more dangerous territory. And it's usually because I'm genuinely scared of giving him an excuse to go find someone he might like more than me.

What is it about the "sure thing" that makes it both so desirable and then so disappointing?

It is a paradox, isn't it?