Oh come on, don’t lie to yourself, you gotta admit that she’s kinda hot. Plus she’s got those crazy eyes and you know how the saying goes: crazy in the head, crazy in bed. I’d be more than happy to hit it and quit it.
Can actually confirm… Was with a girl for almost for years. 3.5 of which were because she used some sort of blowjob based hypnosis technique to keep me from leaving her sooner, but she didn’t need a boyfriend, she needed a caseworker. She would regularly become convinced that I was cheating on her (I wasn’t), citing irrefutable evidence (such as my having to work late periodically). After a day or two of saying the most hurtful things she could think of to me, she wouldn’t decide that she was probably wrong; instead, she would announce that she forgave me, and aggressively do sex at me until I secretly convinced MYSELF that I could deal with this long term… Fun times though. Amy time of day, she could be brought from zero, to, clawing my pants off by just approaching her from behind, reaching down her shirt, and squeezing her boob a few times.
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Oh come on, don’t lie to yourself, you gotta admit that she’s kinda hot. Plus she’s got those crazy eyes and you know how the saying goes: crazy in the head, crazy in bed. I’d be more than happy to hit it and quit it.
Can actually confirm… Was with a girl for almost for years. 3.5 of which were because she used some sort of blowjob based hypnosis technique to keep me from leaving her sooner, but she didn’t need a boyfriend, she needed a caseworker. She would regularly become convinced that I was cheating on her (I wasn’t), citing irrefutable evidence (such as my having to work late periodically). After a day or two of saying the most hurtful things she could think of to me, she wouldn’t decide that she was probably wrong; instead, she would announce that she forgave me, and aggressively do sex at me until I secretly convinced MYSELF that I could deal with this long term… Fun times though. Amy time of day, she could be brought from zero, to, clawing my pants off by just approaching her from behind, reaching down her shirt, and squeezing her boob a few times.
We obviously have very different standards.
I’d put a ring on it and take her home to my parents.
She’s a GILF.