Quote: (02-09-2017 08:08 PM)spokepoker Wrote:
Ok, what exactly is snapchat? I thought it was just a simple messenger that "deletes" the messages after the conversation. Anyone here actually use it?
Bit of a tangent here:
Bill, my current travelling partner, was using Snapchat yesterday. He's an older biker in his mid-sixties - the classic Harley Rider, long hair / long beard, tatts, lean tightly-corded muscle type. Scar across cheek. Laconic as fuck. Imagine a rougher Sam Elliott and you're not far off.
Some 22-year-old (!) messaged him on a sex app two days back - something with Adult in the title - and she asked him to go to Snapchat so they could exchange pictures, because it's the best place to be 'naughty'.
I helped him install it, expecting the worst, so wasn't expecting her to be the damn cutest little thing, with a tight and fit body. This girl was far too fine to be using a pickup app, which rang some alarm bells.
He was blunt, running Daddy game on her, and had a short video of her flashing her pussy within five minutes. "You don't message a bloke like me expecting a gentleman." I vacated the truck for a couple of minutes so he could reply in kind, though I now know his nickname for his dick:
Tonsillitis.
They made a date for last night and then she messaged back that there was 'one catch', and I was thinking "Here it comes" and wondering if her pussy was Tupperware after all. I didn't notice any adam's apple in the face pictures.
But, no, a few seconds later he gets a picture of a classic Goony Beard Man, to which he replies "What's with the poof?"
I'm thinking... "Nooooo...."
She messaged back saying he was her 'boyfriend' and 'would watch', and that's when I explained to him about the current rise of cuckolding, and that a large chunk of guys under 30 are so low in testosterone and so intimidated by their girlfriends they're physically-incapable of fucking them, and their girlfriends find them so sexually-repulsive they'd rather fuck someone else in front of him to humiliate and hurt him for his lack of masculinity.
"So it's Swinging except there's no risk of the balls accidentally touching. Then why the fuck are they even together?"
I shrugged. "Rent's expensive in the cities, mate."
Mr. Goony-Beard Man then tried setting down ground rules, and my mate took a video of the pair of us looking disapprovingly as a response saying we would kick his arse, toss him out of the house, and spitroast his girlfriend like the dirty whore she is, and he could "go wank and cry in the park for all we fucking care."
I laughed. "That's almost
exactly what I've said in the past when this shit has come up."
"Great minds, [Bosch]. It's why I find you so
damn easy to be around."
GBM texted back "That situation is unacceptable."
My mate: "Ask your fucking 'girlfriend' is it's unacceptable, fairy."
Not even thirty seconds later, another text. "He'll be in the park."
Bill was laughing hard at this, but I pointed to my chest to pull him up, since I'm currently-nursing a fractured rib that happened sometime between November and late January. (I thought the severe pain I'd been powering through was just Getting Old. Go figure).
"I'm in no condition to fuck."
Bill shrugged dismissively. "She can back up on it, can't she?"
Now, this is the sort of degenerate behaviour I'd assumed I'd been growing out of over the last few years on here. I even had a clear vision of Davis Aurini waggling a cross finger at me for even considering it.
Unfortunately, the more overwhelming vision I had was Mr. Goony Beard Man, with his oh-so-punchable shitlib face, and I thought back to last week, after the Berkley Riots, when I finally came to peace with the idea of the mass physical removal of socialists, purely for the survival purposes of western civilisation, and figured, "Well, injured or not, and with the death camps looming, it only seems right to completely-destroy their out-of-their-league girlfriend's pussies first."
If anything, giving them a handful of screaming orgasms in the quiet months before the helicopters inevitably-arrive seems almost like an act of charity. Maybe I should start calling my dick "God's Grace", because they
definitely don't deserve favour.
She even kept repeating what a 'lucky girl' she was. I should have said "Baby girl, the word you're looking for is 'blessed'.
I feel like I'm wandering around wearing a halo today, but it's most-likely the Panadine Forte I'm currently-tripping balls on.
What a world: when a 22-year-old woman is so repulsed by the average 22-year-old man she'd not only fuck a man twice her age, but his mate three times her age. We're in a golden age for older players, and all you have to do to outclass the young bucks is to be traditionally-masculine and dominant.
Thinking about it, they're more Bambi than Buck.