Just Tell Me it’s bad…I’ll live.
I wanna talk about fakers, and I want them to listen up too. Why? What’s going on there? Is it not bad enough already, just let me die, no need to rub it in! I have been with an (obvious) faker, and I have been with a girl who literally laid there like a mannequin…both were alarming to say the least. But the more I think about it now, the girl who just laid there was very creepy. She did not utter a word, nothing…
It’s highly unlikely the girl who said nothing was actually experiencing pure ecstasy and simply failed to mention anything. No, she was not enjoying the moment, and I felt like a douche. I remember stopping mid-bang and saying “wow this is really not doing anything for you huh”. To which she replied “of course it feels good, would I be sweating like this if it didn’t feel really good”. The answer was yes…yes you would be sweating regardless because my apartment was hotter than purgatory.
So what do I make of all this? I’m not sure, but I do remember walking around my apartment the days following the silent assassin and thinking, “is it me?” No way, I have had many a lady tell me I was a fantastic lover, and there is no way I under-achieved that night. I think this girl was just sexually challenged and I actually feel bad for her.
The moral of this story is: Sweat, or no sweat…if she isn’t screaming at the top of her lungs, don’t believe a word she is saying.