Enigma…

The clouds are parting in the sky and the rain is finally going away. In a way, I sort of feel like the weather is reflecting off the path that I’m setting for this woman. She’s been casting a roof of confusion over my head. A burden that has landed on my shoulders and yet…the more I can think about it….I more want it….

“STOP!!! I can quit anytime I want! I just choose not to!”

You probably don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s hard to even imagine it happened myself, but I can still remember it clearly. On Monday when I walked into the office, my main goal was to avoid the Woman as long as possible. I knew she worked in my department, so I had to find every way possible to get pass the walls without any chances of her catching me.

After a few hours passed, I was actually impressed that I managed to avoid her for that long. Usually whenever I try to avoid a particular person, it’s like faith has a sick sense of humor by having that person run right into me. I’m serious. I could be in China and if I’m trying to avoid someone, somehow, someway, they’ll run into me as I walk into the supermarket.

“What the? Why are you in China? How is this even possible?”

But for the morning, I didn’t see her. I sort of wanted to check outside to look for her car, but I remained glued to my chair. I had to fight all the temptations battling inside my head.

I knew trying to avoid her forever  was nearly impossible, but my goal was to just avoid her long enough to gain all my thoughts. I had to figure out what to say after the dinner party incident. Should I ask her about the way we kissed? The way she pushed me against that wall, touching me in a soft, firm way. The way her aunt and boy-toy barged into the room about to get it on. As embarrassed as I was to admit, I didn’t know what to do. All I wanted to do was avoid her long enough to figure out how I wouldn’t create an awkward situation the next time I seen her.

When lunch arrived, a couple of people in the office asked if I wanted to go with them, but to make sure I didn’t run into her as I walked out the building, I remained where I was. But they pretty much forced me to come along, so as we walked down the hall, my eyes widened like plates, my feet nearly stuck to the floor, and I thought I was about to go into a hyperventilation.

“I knew I shouldn’t have watched that John Carter movie.”

There she was. The woman. She was walking our way. The closer she got, the faster my thoughts went. The office workers I was with seemed to be in a world of their own, but I was away from whatever topic they were going over at that moment. I was about to engage with her.

When she approached, she just gave us a smile and nodded her head, asking us all how our day was going. She didn’t seem to focus on me anymore than anyone else in the group and she kept the short conversation only about how we were doing. I was the only one who didn’t say anything though, appearing as an isolationist.

“I thought girls like moody guys because of those stupid vampire movies.”

But it wasn’t like I did it on purpose. I was confused and bewildered to the mask she had on. It was bombshell how she played off as a concerned supervisor speaking with her coworkers. Inside, I clapped, knowing if this was a game she was playing, then she was incredibly good. But the other part of my brain began questioning whether this was a game or not. What if she was serious and what happened that night was just a fluke. It couldn’t have been possible though. What she did was passionate….or maybe this was all part of her play.

I think she noticed it before she departed, but I gave her an evil glare full of discontent. I didn’t want to express my animosity because of this game she was playing, but it didn’t work so well. This is why I never desired my emotions and logical thoughts to be in one bubble. It wasn’t good at all and it only made things complicated.

I couldn’t focus on work for the rest of the day because all I could think about was that woman. Did she think she was better than me or was this her game? What was going on through her mind when she spoke to us? She smiled the same way to everyone and gave everyone the same level of respect and attention.

Toward the end of the day, I was given a call by my boss to drop off some paperwork over to the Information Manager. So as I got up to deliver my work, I didn’t pay attention to the room number I was supposed to deliver it to until I reached the front door. It was the Woman’s office.

“Just walk through these doors little boy.”

Fear took over my body and I didn’t know whether to tuck the papers under the door or not knock on it at all. It seemed like faith wasn’t taking a nap that day. But looking at the situation, I knew I just couldn’t ignore her forever and had to face her sooner or later. So after taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door and stepped inside.

My teeth chattered and my palms started to sweat. The woman was at her desk typing up something until she noticed me take my first steps into the room. When the door closed behind me, I almost jumped, questioning if that happened on its own for a quick second. The closer I got to her, the more I analyzed her reactions, posture, and facial expression. It all seemed normal to me. Her friendly smile, peaceful eyes, and relaxed posture. As long as I kept things professional, everything would be fine.

When I handed her the paperwork, she thanked me before looking it over to give me any changes she might want made. After going through it, she patted it down on the desk and told me everything looked fine. Before I was about to leave, I came to notice another person coming to my side. So I stopped because she wanted to shake my hand before I left.

I was a little edgy at first, but when I read her eyes, they seemed professional. So the moment I reached out to grab her hand, she tightened it and pulled me up to her. I didn’t even know she was that strong, but the next thing I realized was being just an inch from her. And that’s when I saw it. Her face, eyes, and attitude were completely different. It was the predator.

“Pull your pants down or face a red laser to your face!”

“Why do you show me fear when I’m near you?” She whispered, grasping my waists and spreading open a wide lustful smile. “Is it because of that night?”

Again, I was at a lost of words. I took a deep breath and decided it was time to remove her hands. But they didn’t move. When I did managed to say something, she placed a finger on my lips and said, “Don’t say anything…don’t make a sound…”

I didn’t know what she meant by that until I felt her wet lips and tongue rubbing against the surface of my neck. Her hand went under my shirt and she rubbed my back, scratching her sharp red nails on it. My body got hot and cold at the same time. It’s hard to describe it, but I didn’t want that feeling to end. Instead of pushing away from her, I clutched her back and buttocks. A slight giggle escaped her mouth and she pushed me against the desk, locking her lips with mine.

What we were doing was not allowed in the facility where we worked and I had to end it then and there before we got in trouble. But I couldn’t. Whether it was because I was in the moment or I loved that edgy feeling coasting through my mind, I just didn’t care.

“You think I care? DO YOU REALLY THINK I CARE?”

“You’re mine…” She muttered, biting my lower lip and before I had the chance to reply to that comment, her hand went down my pants. My eyes widened once she grabbed my stick and played with it in ways that I didn’t know was possible. I dished her a hard stare but she her smile only extended, continuing to play with my member.

My legs started to cramp and I was pretty sure a slight moan escaped my mouth the faster she went. I had to tell her to stop before I was going to explode, but something about her made me comply to her commands. I was captured by her aroma and I couldn’t find a way to escape.

“I like being in here so much that the guards gave me the keys to my cell.”

Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back as she continued. I knew I was getting closer and closer to the bomb letting go. But luckily right before it was about to go off, she released my rod and reached up to give me one last kiss before saying, “I still need you to finish a few other reports before you leave, so I can’t afford to dirty you up.”

I was lost. When she stepped back to her desk, her mask changed back to the professional woman I first met. I think I stood there for five minutes trying to figure out what happened. I would have asked, I just didn’t have the courage to do so. The only acknowledgment I gave was a, “yes,” before I stepped out of her office. But as I walked down that hallway to get back to my desk, I decided this woman was one of the most fascinating persons I’ve ever came across with. So complicated and yet so simple. That was when I gave her a new name in my head…..Enigma

“Yes, that sounds great. Now it’s time for a drink.”

Body Paint

I didn’t know what to do or think about this woman from work….

She won’t escape my mind and all I could imagine were her red lips pressing against mines as she rubbed her warm body on me.  That heated moment of passion flared up in my mind as I remembered my hands caressing her behind. Her lustful tone brought goose bumps on  my skin when she spoke to my ears. I think I even started to daydream about her.

“I daydream about models 87% of my time at work.” 

I became nervous on Sunday because I knew I was going to have to go back to work the next day and meet up with the woman. Her light green eyes would capture me into her world with no way to escape. Her words would haunt my soul and the touch of her bare skin will shiver the back of my neck.

I didn’t want to think that way, but even though what she did was against my will, I couldn’t help but desire that feeling, that touch again. Something about her made this hunt to unmask her very entertaining. As long as I didn’t let her get into my head too deep, I should be fine.

“Why won’t you leave me alone? I just said hi to you to be polite?” 

As I sat back on my chair relaxing as I drank a glass of tea, I decided to let my mind leave the subject by going online–only to end up doing research on her. It didn’t take long to locate the information I needed about this woman and her family. I nearly gapped from who they really were. They were well known across many countries and had the money to buy the company we worked at. And yet, she worked everyday there like me. Of course her position was somewhat higher than mine, but that still didn’t get past the point.

“My parents own the company, I just like to past out the orders in one of their shops.”

I sort of felt like I was going to a point where I was stalking this woman, but I didn’t care. I wanted to know more about her. I was hungry for knowledge about this woman.  After a couple of hours of playing around, a thought popped into my head as to what I almost forgot to do. Earlier that day, I told my “friend” that I was going to meet up with him so we could go shopping at the mall since I had nothing else planned for that day besides fight my own thoughts of temptations.

At 3 pm, I stopped by his house so we could start our shopping session that I started not to look forward too. The last thing I wanted was to encounter that incident at Hill Crest again. However, when I walked into his house since the door was unlocked, I saw a very unpleasant surprised.

Right before me was an attractive blonde woman standing naked from head to toe. But what made it so strange was that she didn’t even have a shocking expression on her face. I expected a scream or even so much as a peak. But she just gave me a friendly greeting along with a wave. I think that’s what made me feel most uncomfortable.

“It’s called freedom of expression. Get with the program.”

As she stared at me, I finally gained my right state of mind. So I backed away, only to bump against the wall. The pain would have distracted me but all I did was appologize as I tried to look for the door. But I ended up tripping on my own feet, resulting in a clashful crash on the ground.

“Are you alright?” She asked with a slight giggle as she reached out to grab my hand.

Awkwardly accepting it, I got to my feet scratching the back of my head trying to bring up ideas as to what to say to this woman. It was clear she was comfortable standing before me as naked a new born child. I raised an eyebrow and the first thing that came across my mind was that she had a free mind.

“If I want to shop in the mall naked, then I should have the right to do so!”

“Hey, bout time you come here.” My friend said as he stepped into the living room holding a paint brush. It was as if I was the only one who had any problems with a naked woman standing in the living room. He asked if I was ready to go shopping and told the woman that their session was done for the day.

When we drove to the city, I then had the courage to ask him why there was a naked woman in his living room. Before answering my question, he leaned back in his seat, flash me a quick smile and said, “Calm down bro. It’s called Body Painting. It’s off the range dude.”

He seemed suprised when I told him this was the first time I’ve ever heard of body painting. Apparentely the point of the activity was to appreciate the body of their lover by using paint. It was the hottest thing to try out and that every couple had to do it at least once. There were a variety of ways to complete the act such as having a third party paint a picture of a naked couple, video tape somone pleasuring themselves and editing it, and painting each other bodies. These were all acts done before experiencing wet, mind-blowing sex.

“So once you finish painting me, can we have sex?”

He seemed to have had no problem with me even seeing his girlfriend naked. In fact, he asked me what I thought about her and if her body rocked. I had no reply.

The rest of the day didn’t really matter to me because I began wondering about this thing known as Body Art Painting. Would I ever have a woman do that to me? Would I feel comfortable doing it? The idea of someone painting me naked wasn’t the fondest of ideas. And yet, there was something hot about the idea of a woman….particually that WOMAN, rubbing her soft small hands over my body. How she’ll grabbed my thighs fimly with confidence escaping her eyes, telling me she wanted me there and now.

“Let me see your neck so I could….appreciate it…”

Forcing myself to close my eyes and forget what I just thought about, I decided that it was best to forget that woman because her lustful ways were digging right into my head more than I was comfortable with.

The Predator….

I’m not really sure how I can describe how my night on Friday went. I mean I supposed it went sort of good considering I’m not too used to going out on dates so often. But to the average man, I guess I’ve bombed it big time.

“Please don’t touch me and even acknowledge that I’m here…”

When she I drove to her place to pick her up, I was actually surprised how nice her apartment was. I came too early it appeared because when I got there, she asked me to wait on the couch as she finished her hair in the bathroom. So I did, trying my best not to analyze her home.

“It can’t be considered nosy when you’re sitting on it.”

I wasn’t sure how much money she made, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t enough to afford this suite. So the first thing that came to mind was that she had a wealthy family…which made me to wonder about her personality. She had several paintings that had to cost around $400. The only reason I knew was because last year out of boredom, I took a trip to a art shop. I couldn’t believe how much the things in there cost. I mean, though some of the paintings were amazing, I  was stunned at the prices. It made me wonder why people paid so much for a drawing. It makes sense because of the hard work they put into it and yet strange at the same time…

“I charge my paintings $1 for every minute I worked on it.”

When she finally stepped out the bathroom with a flushed face, I greeted her with a hug, smelling the sweet perfume she had on. I couldn’t hint as to what it was, but I knew it was familiar. I just couldn’t lay my hand as to what it was. It started bugging me and I had to dig into my mind to find out as I took a good look at her. Either she was the most overdressed woman I’ve ever met, or we were going somewhere that I would be underdressed.

“I think I’ll walk in the park with this today.”

I mean what I had on wasn’t the worst thing in the world. I actually feel impressed I didn’t walk into her place with pants and a shirt on. I actually on a suit….sort of. I had the pants, the collar shirt, and the dress jacket…I just had on regular shoes and no tie.

“I swear if I knew we were going to go out to a FANCY dinner party, I would have not shopped at Big Five.”

But she had on a long red dress that met with the floor. Diamond bracelets posted on her left wrist. A diamond necklace that shined brighter than any my light bulbs. Her hair went curly down her back. To tell you the truth, I sort of felt like she was going to ask me to go back to my place so I could change.

“I refuse to let you step out of this house unless you look like a ten in my standards!”

She must have caught me starring at her for a long period of time because she reflected a sly smile and grabbed my hand, taking me to the door. She told me not to be nervous and that she could tell I wasn’t used to going out. This bothered me considering she was the one analyzing me now.

“I just asked her what she wanted to watch and somehow it turned into an argument.”

We didn’t talk much during the ride, but I did ask her what was I going to expect from this party. She told me it would be a regular hosting party that a friend of hers was having. She didn’t want to get too deep into details, so I dropped the subject. She must have been obligated to go to this party despite her free will. Which meant this “friend” was most likely a family member who she wasn’t too close to. But you can’t say no to family when you’re using their income to afford her place.

“Now everyone smile for the picture if you wish to see your next allotment check.”

When we arrived to our designation, I nearly dropped my jaw because of the size of the house…or better yet mansion. Dozens of cars were parked and when we arrived to the front, a valet took my car so he could park it for me. I almost expected to walk on a red carpet when we headed for the door.

When we entered the room, I’ve never seen so many rich people before. They were all gathered in little groups speaking to each other about who knew what. During the time we spent there, we were greeted by a lovely couple who gave me a cold stare. They probably seen my shoes and already hated me. But how was I supposed to know we were going to the Monopoly man’s house.

“Is that how you come to my house? Do you want to be sent to jail?”

Come to find out they were her parents and the party we were attending was a family hosting event. My date didn’t really seem too excited speaking with them, so I decided to get a better as to who they were. They didn’t really enjoy answering my questions, believing they were above me. They asked me what I did for a living as well as my relations with their daughter. I didn’t even know how to answer that.

“I see so many bad routes that could happen based on my answer.”

Before the questions got anymore awkward, my date made a light giggle as she grabbed my hand and dragged me away. That’s when the night began to turn weird for my date.

After getting past several people who tried to engage in small talk with us, she took us upstairs to her old room where a balcony was at. I didn’t know what to do as I stood there besides her looking at the cloudy dark sky. She was just in deep thought. I would have said something, but I actually enjoyed the moment.

Before I asked her a question that’s been on my mind, she finally said something that caught me off guard. She wanted to talk about family and values. But I felt I was the last person to talk about this with. I’ve never been that close to my family and it was rare that I spoke to them. I know it’s weird, but I’ve never really grew up around them. I spent a good time of my childhood reading and spending it in my room. Which could explain why I have a bit of a social disorder sometimes…..

“Maybe I do have a social disorder, or perhaps you’re the one with social dependence? You ever thought about that Ms. Flower?”

Then as we were stepping back into her bedroom, she pinned me against the wall and starred into my eyes. This never happened to me before so I was stunned without a single thought penetrating from my brain. I couldn’t read the situation and she had me in my grip.

“Don’t let her see your boner, don’t let her see your boner..”

As her face moved closer to mine, she whispered, “What type of girl do you like?”

I never really had a peculiar type of girl that I liked other than she better be intelligent. Other than that, I’ve never really dwelled on the subject. But I couldn’t even say that because her hands started to go under my shirt, feeling on my chest. A cold and yet burning sensation took ahold of my body as if her hands were made of static electricity. I accidently grunted as her hand slowly touched my thighs and went down my leg.

A lustful smile curled on her red lips as she touched my….well rod is what I’ll rather say. Part of my mind wanted to tell her to stop and yet the words wouldn’t escape my mouth. I took light breathes to control my thoughts and stared into her eyes as she was just a few centimeters from my face.

It was probably the next words that finally allowed me to catch my guard. I can still remember them. In a sweet and yet fierce tone, she said, “From the moment I’ve seen you walk into my office, I could already read you. Even as I touch your penis, I know you’re not used to this. You have a bubble full of innocence and you don’t allow anyone to get close to you.”

That’s when I realized the type of women she was. It was hard to tell at first, but I was finally able to read her. She wanted to take control of me and make me her prey. She was a predator because of the suppress times her parents given her. She must have spent much of her time alone from society as well, giving her the interest to read about human psychology. I was her human experiment to see if she could change the way I acted and behave.

“Cut the small talk because your penis is mine for the rest of the night.”

My thoughts screamed for her to let me go and yet the next thing I realized was my lips against hers. She pressed her body against me and as if it was by instinct, my body started to move on its own, reciting books I’ve read on how to make a woman feel amazing in bed. My hands griped her waist and ass, hoping I knew what I was doing.

As she started unbuttoning my shirt, her door busted opened with a brunette around the age of my parent giggling as a man my age sucked her neck. They must have not noticed us as he slammed her on the bed, but my date’s face became red.

“Aunty!” My date screamed as the two horny victims on the bed noticed us. The man didn’t look nearly as embarrassed as the cougar next to him. But that embarrassment quickly left her face when she took a notice of me standing in the corner. It was as if she knew who I was because she waved at me and winked. I quickly buttoned up my shirt, realizing what she was looking at.

“How about we make this into a foursome?”

I didn’t have much time to really get to know the aunt since my date dragged me out of the room. She seemed too flush to say anything to me as we walked down the halls and back down to the party. For the rest of the night, we just stayed in the crowds and I had a chance to know her family and friends besides the aunt. But even though we were socializing, I could only think about what she whispered in my ear. It was like she was a completely different person than from the bedroom. She was two faced.

“I like to be play as a Disney Princess in public, but as a playboy bunny when I’m alone.”

Before we were about to leave, her parents insisted that she stay for the rest of the night with them. She was reluctant to do it, but they wouldn’t stop their insist, saying she had too much to drink and had to wake up early the next morning for some kind of event planned. But the parents weren’t kind enough to let me stay, which didn’t bother me.

As I drove home, I knew this battle between the two of us wasn’t going to end this night. I didn’t know whether to be afraid of not, but I had to find out more about this girl. She was like a puzzle and I had a deep feeling that there was something behind the masks she showed me tonight.

“You can keep searching, but you’ll never find out.”

The shopping Event

I’m actually a little excited about my upcoming date on Friday…I’m not sure why exactly, but I’m actually starting to feel a little nervous. So despite what my guts said, I went back to speak with my “friend” about any tips I needed for the big day.

“Don’t worry, he’s a jerk….so what’s his phone number by the way?”

Given the new feelings that began to overcome me, I took a quick analysis of myself to see what was occurring. And to me, I came to realize that after the whole sex addict convention, I was really intrigue into learning more about this lady from work. This week, every time I seen her walk my way in the office, she smiled and try to start small chat with me. I enjoyed speaking to her and as much as I’d hate to say it, I began to become compel to her beauty. I was beginning to see what some of the horny guys in the office were talking about now.

“So if I open every door for our date, will you give me head?”

Anyway, back to what I was saying, what got me into thinking I should have a better outfit was when I attended my second day of sex addiction support group on Wednesday, the Host was no longer there. I found out she was taking a break due to personal matters, so we had an overweight man who could have been Santa Claus lost brother take the stand. I didn’t want to say anything, but it was hard to imagine he had a sex addiction. He appeared to be the type who had a porn addiction if anything. But it wasn’t my business to get into that, so I left the matter alone.

“Now in my day, I had sex with girls that look like Halle Berry.”

 

Before I was about to leave that evening, someone said that on every first date, the best thing to do is to buy something fashionable so you could impress your mate. Normally I would not have cared because despite what anyone thinks, I actually enjoy dressing up everyday. I love wearing collar shirts and dress pants.

“I love dressing up for the bitches in my head.”

But since I haven’t bought myself anything for a while, I thought this would be a good time to go buy something. So I went to the guy who suggested I buy protection and even though I didn’t want to speak to him because it was his advice that got me sent to a sex addict group, he was the only person who I actually didn’t mind speaking too.

That night he decided to take me out to buy something that could impress my lovely date on Friday. I’m not sure why, but the place he took me to buy a new suit was the mall downtown. I normally don’t like to buy clothes down there, but this was an exception.

“It’s not a shopping addiction when it’s on sale.”

He took me to many shops down at Hill Crest and he had good knowledge of designer clothing. But during our research, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was about himself because he kept putting clothes on and trying everything I was supposed to put on.

During the time he was trying on a suit, I sat on the couch, minding my own business. I didn’t have much in mind other than the fact that every cloth item in the store cost as much as my Xbox 360.

“Should I pay 1$ for this cup or 100$ for this cup that looks exactly the same?”

While I was sitting down, I was greeted by a salesman who worked there. He greeted me with a smile and asked if I wanted to try something on. I told him no, but he persist on no matter what I said. It was like no matter what I said, it just didn’t go past his head.

“Even though you said no, can I see your signature on this piece of paper?”

So I decided to step out of the store to get away from the man because I kept telling him to didn’t want to try anything on. In a way, I sort of felt raped mentally by the man. That’s why I don’t like going to malls that have only a little bit of shops people went to. Because as I walk down the aisles, it’s like every shop is starring at me like a predator. I sort of feel like any moment they’ll hop from behind their booth and try to drag me into their store to buy something. I can even imagine it now. I mean if I don’t want to buy anything from them, I don’t want to buy anything from them. Most of the time I go to the mall is just to window shop by the way.

“Oh my gosh, a shopper. Let’s see if he wants to buy our beanies!”

But this is the strangest thing. As I was walking down the street, I never noticed so many gay people in my life. I didn’t know how to feel. I normally didn’t have a problem with gay people,  but it was a shock to me. I’m not used to seeing so many gay people. I saw about 7 men holding hands when I got out of my car. I laughed at first when I saw the first couple. But when you see more men holding hands, I began to wonder, what the hell?

“Hahahahaha……….what they? What the hell is going on around here?”

Come to find out, I was in gay city. I didn’t know whether to be scared or what. Because I’m not used to be flirted with by gay people. I mean, how the hell am I supposed to act with that. When guys flirted with me, I’ll felt complimented and wanted to thank him. But I didn’t want to give him any thumbs up about that. So I had to be careful.

“Maybe if I smear mud on myself and walk around naked, they will ignore me.”

During my course across the street, I got some green tea at Starbucks, and had to calm my nerves. I didn’t want anyone I knew catching me on this street, but come to find out, my neighbors did. And to make it worst, the old ladies who swore I was a pervert were walking their grandchildren down the street and pointed at me, saying that I was a pervert. They thought I was in the block trying to find a sex buddy. But I was just there to shop and nothing else.

“Oh my gosh, the neighbor is trying to start an orgy on the street.”

I would have yelled at them, but I kept my cool. I just nodded my head and continued my way. As I continued down the street, I kept wondering why people turned gay in the first place. Personally, I know a lot of lesbians because of personal experience. I came to find out they were very friendly people along with the gays,  but I kept wondering why they chased after the same sex. I mean, there had to be an explanation.

So as I continued walking down the street, I came across a park full of gay people gathering to speak about the rights they deserved. I admit, it was odd being among them because everyone thought I was gay. Some of the guys flirted with me, asking if I wanted to go behind one of the bushes or perhaps the bathroom. And as flattered as I was, I had to denied because I don’t do that kind of stuff.

“For the thousandth time, I’m not gay!”

But something I did ask was why were they gay in the first place. They said it wasn’t by choice and rather by feeling. In fact, most of them said that. I wanted to believe him, but it hard to believe that. I mean, don’t people chase after others out of their own choice? But last thing I wanted to do was seem like was some left wing activist in the mist of their gathering.

“F@#$ you, f@$! you and f@!# you. I hope all the bad things happen in life to you and and no one but you.”

As I was stepping out of the park, I came across one of the members from the sex addict support group. But to make it worse, it was the one who kept starring at me and licking his lips. He gave me a weird greeting, forcing me to shake my hand, but I didn’t know how to react. I knew this man was weird and I didn’t want to chill with him. I didn’t know what he wanted, but I knew it wasn’t pretty.

Anyway, when I escaped that scene and got back to the mall to meet my friend, I decided not to get anything that evening. I was tired, done, obsolete. I couldn’t care what I wore for my date If it was possible, I would have went on my date with just my house clothes on. Or maybe just a white towel wrapped around my body.

“Just to get it clear, you don’t want me showing up to our dates like this?”

 

Sex Addict?

“Because all sex addicts look like this…”

I always wondered how a sex support group worked. I mean, how do you have a group full of people who are addicted to sex be placed in one room. Im pretty sure an orgie could rupture if the wrong person was in charge of it. Shoot, if I was a horny guy, I’d probably attend those meetings just to have sex with one of the girls who attended. It wouldn’t be hard play I assume.

“The ladies like me in the SAA meetings. They like to pretend I’m from Super Bad.”

And exactly how do they help their clients? Would talking about their sex stories and hear other people talk about theirs only turn them on? I mean if I loved sex, I would love to hear the kind of dirty acts other people did. Isn’t that what people pay for in those sex phone lines?

“OOOHHHHHH, baby, I’m wearing a blue…bra right now…do you like that? Wait, what were we talking about again?”

After going through a series of debate in my head as to whether or not i should go to this stupid sex addiction support group, i decided it was the only my noisy neighbors would finally get off my back. i would have loved to say it didn’t bother me, but i was a person who didn’t have sex that often and even if i did, it wasn’t anyone’s business in the first place. But knowing that the whole neighborhood thought you’re a sex addict isn’t really something i want to be known for.

“Because people would be roasting me a lot more when I play golf on Sunday.”

Im not sure if they followed me or something, but when i stepped into the building this event was going to be held at, several ladies who called me a pervert greeted me with a full smile and hug. I didn’t even know how to reply to that, so i kept quiet.

“I’m so glad you’re finally getting help….do you have a banana in your pocket?”

It seemed like i wasn’t the one who suffered a mild case of bunny hoping either. Includding myself, there were fifteen people there sitting in a circle of chairs. Half were in their forties as the others seemed just a little older than me. I was pretty sure i was the youngest person there.

“Hey, I may look 15 and still at puberty, but I’m really older than that.”

When the meeting started, the group wanted me to introduce myself and ask why i was there. Telling them my name was the easy part, but actually saying I was only there to get everyone off my back proved to be harder than i thought. I didn’t feel comfortable lying that i was a sex addict, but i had to say something. So i did the only thing i could think of, which was to pretend i had a stuttering problem. Maybe i was just nervous but i said the word “I” around 100 times before the host said she knew why i was there. As i sat down with the group, everyone started explaining their past and i was surprised that people even did this kind of stuff. One girl said she had seven girls ram into her at the hotel because she wanted to know how it felt. One guy revealed the dirty things he did just to have a blowjob. And don’t even start from the amount of money these people spent just to have a jerk off.

“So if I win you this next hand, you’ll shake me off in the bathroom?”

When it was finally my turn to share my empty sex past, i stood with a blank expression on my face. Then, as i thought about it, I told them i refused to tell them about my sex life and that they had no right to know about it. They said a lot of things to convince me to admit the things I didn’t do, but i refused. This made the host a little angry with me. So they decided to skip me.

“How hard is it to tell us your most intimate moments? GOSH!”

Something that bothered me during the meeting was the fact that this one guy kept starring at me with a strange look in his eye. This made me uncomfortable and I even nodded to him to let him know i saw him, but he continued doing it. And if it’s something that bothers me, it’s being stared at for no reason. I wanted to tell the host on him, but I’ll look childish if I did that. So I gave him a blank stare and pouty lips to show him how annoying it was. But for some reason, this made him narrow his eyes to me and then in the sickest way you can imagine, he licks his lips at me. And he did it in such a sexual way, I gasped and backed against my seat.

“Do  you want me to tuck you in since I know where you live already.”

I must have made a noise or peep because the entire group shifted to me with confused expressions implanted on their face. I pointed to the guy with the dirty expression on his face, but they all blamed me for interrupting the woman explaining what she did in the dark alleyways for random men she came by.

“Could you please let me finish what I did to that guy behind the trash can? You’re so rude!”

But I refused to let that guy get away with framing me. So as the group continued speaking, I narrowed my eyes at him, thinking of a way to bust him. I must have growled by accident because the group thought I wanted to let go of something that was in my mind. I know it was kind of mean to do, but I decided to have a little fun. That’s all…just a little fun. So when they asked me to described a sex event that occurred in my life, I decided to reenact a good old fifty shades of grey scene.

“Because people think Imperialglance like to shank it to the ladies every night.”

I normally don’t consider myself as a story teller, but I even turned myself on a little as I described the tale of me laying a secretary on my desk, and how my hands rubbed her legs and my tongue licked her neck and every part of her upper body. I made her my possession and she was going to remain that way until she witness the lights of pure satisfaction. I continued in such exotic details, allowing every victim to feel a heat of passion swell up in their hearts.

“Even the dogs outside couldn’t help themselves after they heard me.”

I think what got some of the females worked up was when I said I towered over the secretary, braced my hands on her arms, stared deep into her blue eyes as I grinded against her….actually, it might be best if I didn’t continue what I said…but after going into the part where I thrust into her, the Host realized what I said was too hot for the group to coop with and stopped me. But we both knew everyone there was pretty flushed and horny.

“Mission accomplished America. I think my work is done here.”

To calm the group arousal, she made us take a walk around the room to get the blood rushing away from our penis and vaginas. So as we started our walk around the room, I rushed over to that creepy man to ask to him why he was starring at me and if he could stop. He didn’t really reply to me the way I expected though because he only licked his lips and moved closer to me.

So I backed away and accidently bumped into a woman, who pinched my behind, whispering into my ear that she enjoyed my story and wanted to come back to my place once the group session ended.

I had to get out of here.

But as I walked to the exit, I was stopped by the Host, who grabbed my arm and told me I had to fight the urge to give up. But I wasn’t giving up because I had nothing to give up. I finally told this to her but she said I was in denial. I told her that I sucked at social conventions and I wouldn’t even know what to say to sleep with a girl.

“If you’re a woman and I’m a man, isn’t that a good enough to come to my bedroom?”

She then started explaining to me that she is a recovering sexaholic and that she said the same thing when she came to the support group. But now she haven’t had sex for one and half years and she was happy about it. So to my curiosity and nothing more, I asked her why did she give up sex? She said she found the will to tell herself to stop, but I replied back by asking if she ever tempted herself to make sure she was really cured. I mean, how do you know if you’re cured if you haven’t tempted yourself. It’s like saying your an alcoholic only because you’re not around alcohol.

“I used to drink everyday until I got trapped on this Island.”

I’m sorry to say it, but that’s just a temporary fix. Unless an alcoholic can be in front of a glass of wine and only have two glasses without being tempted for a third, then he’s completely cured. Other than that, it’s just a lie to himself.

She actually began thinking deeply about that herself. She asked me what would I do in her position, so I reflected my thoughts on that. It probably wasn’t the greatest idea, but I asked her to sleep with someone to test her temptations. I mean, Gandhi used to have young girls sleep under him naked to test his faith to celibacy and he passed, so maybe she had to do the same.

“I’m not even going to say anything about this just to be on the safe side…”

She said she was scared of doing it, but I told her there’s only one way to find out. I may not know how humans behave in the sexual field most of the time, but I was certain she wanted to ask me if I could be the one to sleep with her. She just didn’t have the guts to ask, which relieved me because I didn’t want to go through that process. But then again as I think about it, maybe I should start trying to sleep with more women in order to quit this process of being so asexual sometimes……

“But if I did that, I would have to return this shirt.”

As I stepped out of the building with the lovely greetings of my neighbors, who wanted to help me through this process,  I couldn’t help but wonder if I turned my own teacher into a sexaholic again….

“Hope I didn’t make a break a free fall on her if you know what I mean…”

Manajatwa: Why?

I wonder who was the first person who had a threesome in this world? And if so, how did it work out? Did the man find a way to treat both girls equally or did he give more attention to another girl.  Did he actually satisfy both girls or did they have to finish their business themselves? I don’t know. There’s too many questions that could lie in this field.

“Even more than the amount of rose petals on this bed.” 

 

Not to mention the unwritten rules that sits with every society. If I had a girlfriend and I somehow managed to have a threesome with her and her friend, who should I enter first? Who should I give more attention too?

“Should I listen to my top head….or my lower head?”

 

I know it sounds silly, but I grew up with the belief that you treat your guests before everyone else. But the last thing I’d want to do is give her best friend more attention by kissing, hugging, or whatever I have to do during that process. I can see that ending very well.

“How dare you kiss the girl I brought to have sex with you!”

 

 

Not to mention who would I have to enter first? Logic says it should be my girlfriend, but my childhood says I should treat my guest’s better and technically speaking, her friend would be a guest in our little…..fun I guess you can say.

I just hope I don’t really have to be put in a bind like this because there’s just too many unanswered questions I have to go through my mind. Who do I kiss first and what is the other girl going to do during the process as we kiss? Are they both going to be on me or one at a time? What am I going to do? Decide everything on the flip of a coin?

“Honey, it’s not about what’s right, it’s about what’s fair. Now if it lands on heads, I’ll give you oral. But if it’s tails, and it’ll be your best friend.” 

 

I like to focus on things at one at a time and if there’s two girls, I just might end up losing track as to what I should be doing. I mean I guess I could watch a couple of porn videos to see how it’s done….but something tells me it’s just not going to be the same if I copied them.

“How was I supposed to know you didn’t like to be blasted in the face. The girls in the video liked it!”

 

The only reason I’ve started thinking about threesomes is because the community thinks I’m some kind of sex addict. Yes, a sex addict and now they think I’m part of orgies and all these other crazy things.

You know how I know this? Because the other day after I bought around ten boxes of condoms, one of my neighbors, who is an elderly woman by the way, seen me walking out of the store with my head kept down. After that, she told her family and the next thing I know several of my neighbors knocked on my door asking me if I needed help or was I under stress.

“Did you know that our neighbor had sex with twenty girls last night. True story.”

 

I didn’t understand what they meant by that and I told them everything was fine. But one of them decided to get straight to the subject and tell me they knew about the orgies I’ve been having.

Apparently I’m some of the sex guru to the eyes of my neighbors.

“I can rock your world baby for just the price of a flower.”

 

After getting over the act they accused me of, I told them it was lie and sent them on their way. I would have loved to say it was all over, but later on that day, another neighbor came by. A couple who never bothered me much. I didn’t even know their names until that day.

I wished I could say I didn’t know why they were there, but I already knew wanted to ask me about the sex life I never had. However, it stunned me when they asked if I ever wanted to have a manajatwa, just to call them and they’ll set something up. I couldn’t believe my ears and I awkwardly accepted the card that the wife handed me.

I don’t think I’ll be able to look at them the same again…

“I knew you came too strong on to him. Now we have to ask that creepy guy from down the road.”

That afternoon as I walked down the streets for my daily walk, I couldn’t help but feel like someone was starring at me. Come to find out, a neighbor who I wasn’t too familiar with approached me. She appeared to be shy and when she finally had the courage to finally speak to me, my eyes widened.

She asked if I wanted to go back to her place to have a drink of wine and perhaps get busy  with some other activities. Her main goal was to see how great I was in bed because she had the impression I had to be good from the amount of times she thought I did it. I decided to tell her the truth that I wasn’t a sexaholic, but she didn’t believe me.

The next thing I knew she started going into tears because she thought I didn’t consider her to be an attractive lady. I mean, she was cute, but I wasn’t going to sleep with her and give these people the impression I can’t keep it in my pants.

I tried to calm her down and I even gave her a hug until a sweet old neighbor started yelling at me from outside her window, telling me to leave her alone and that I was a horny dog.

“George! George! That guru neighbor of ours is trying to have sex on our front lawn!”

 

I would have said it wasn’t like that, but she didn’t believe me.

When I went back to my home, I was greeted with a poster taped on my door about a sex addiction support group. I didn’t really want to go there, but I started to wonder if that was going to be the only way to fix this crisis. I never knew I had so many concerned or noisy neighbors….

“Is this how it feels to be Tiger Woods?”