The Silent Assassin…

faking it

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.

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