How To Be A Man Pretending Not To Be Obsessed
You’re the luckiest man in the world.
You’ve just arrived home from fucking the shit out of this unbelievably god-like woman. She has an insane two bedroom apartment, no roommates, absolutely spotless with fresh-cut flowers and jasmine candles lit at all times. You were the first person to make her squirt all over her brand new couch. That’s your secret trick, you make women squirt and suddenly all their secrets come out. This woman wouldn’t even give you her social media, let alone tell you anything about your profession, but suddenly after making her cum a thousand times she let’s you have this one thing: she tells you she’s a professional dominatrix.
What’s it like being the man that gets to say he owns her pussy? To be the man that gets to fuck her when all these beta cucks online pay her simply for existing? She begs you all the time to let her be your good girl, the best girl. The learning curve is steep but you’re good at faking it ‘til you make it. She holds all this power and yet you have her eating out of the palm of your hand. As if your god complex wasn’t already god awful.
She doesn’t text you after you fuck her. For days, even weeks on end. She simply doesn’t feel the need to. The aftercare is perfect and the way she holds you makes it seem like even your worst problems never existed, you could stay like that forever. But it isn’t like that. It’s a mere day together that has you smiling for weeks, even if the only evidence you have of her existence is the memory of her ass bouncing on your dick in the morning and the smell of her shampoo on your sheets. She lives in your mind rent free, that’s her power.
You’d fall in love with her but you know that would ruin everything for you. A woman like that doesn’t need a boyfriend, a toy she’ll really like at first but get bored of after a while. Maybe she likes you but it doesn’t really matter, this is the most you’ll be to her: an anatomically perfect human dildo who makes her laugh. A nut factory that shoots fat loads into her. A pretty face that she loves to squirt to. You tell your friends all about her and they ask to see her photo and you have to admit to them that she won’t add you on IG. They don’t believe she’s real but the image of her fat ass pumping up and down on your dick is burned into your mind. You can’t stop.
You’ve accepted your place in this world. You fill up your weekends with shit to do so that you’re not simping at home like the pathetic losers she drains so effortlessly when you’re not filling her up with cum. You work really hard at your job so that one day maybe, MAYBE, you’ll be the type of guy she’d be proud to show up with on your arm. You start talking to girls at the bar more easily now, with none of the pressure of wondering whether you’ll take them home, because they’re not who you truly want. There’s only one woman who can fill that need, and she’s going to ignore you until she wants you again, while you sit and wait patiently. Honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.
