With my friends we would all gather every Friday to take some beers at the corner. We were already thirty-something but we still stopped by the same kiosk as when we were teenagers. Our topics ranged from cars, work, women, football etc.
We also talked about deep themes but from a functional perspective. When we discussed the nature of cuties, a recurring theme if there is one, many conclusions emerged.
When we got to the topic of what women say they want and what they really want, it was debated more than in ancient Greece.
Ariel said that they were all whores, thus adding the most concise approach that culminated in reiterating and one more slut than the other. Although it wasn't a thesis worthy of Oxford, the message and spirit of the premise were well understood.
Joaco claimed that women sought tall, handsome, and drunk types, that despite speaking today of affective responsibility, new masculinities, and all that the feminist movement endorses, the modern woman seeks a tower with a square jaw that will knock her up, treat her like a slut, and then discard her, only to fall into the arms of a beta who will keep her or provide the necessary human warmth for her to validate herself affectively.
Mario agreed, he worked in a barber shop and said that he always heard conversations where they talked about their lovers and compared all the time, flattering big testicles, height, and beauty of those who took them. He had even come to the conclusion that they preferred sharing one of those alphas before a normal guy with less appeal. Thus, stories emerged in his work about married men, committed, with family, mature ones who doubled their age, with a harem of trolls, so many that they had to discard some on the way to have social and family life. While most average men struggled to find a partner, they had a range of alternatives. Juan said those 'fuck boys' that girls call them, were actually guys they didn't choose for stable relationships. Joaco burst out laughing: --You forgot to say: 'You take off your clothes, but I'll buy them back' --Esteban added, accompanying Joaco's laughter. --Well, boys, it's not just about screwing. For me, it's more important that the cutie loves me seriously. Juan crossed his arms, tired of receiving worn-out lines for being a little corny. --She wants you because you'll take care of her, after she slept with half the city, friend, that's why I don't commit. If I don't commit, they can't cheat on me. Alejandro said laughingly, taking another swig from the jug.
Joaco, who was studying anthropology, gave a concise but realistic speech about how women have a biological hypergamy that leads them to always choose the best specimen. It's pure biology that makes them feel attracted to tall, rich, and facially symmetrical types. While betas are left conforming themselves with being providers. That's why you see so many single mothers who accept being maintained by beta men when their level of beauty drops after thirty years, something that masculine groups call the wall. Some men talk about economic hypergamy, but that's just self-complacency from those betas who think they can become alphas with a couple of bills. Christian, who always boasted of having all the answers and living hundreds of sexual experiences, said vehemently: --Boys, let me tell you how things are. Size doesn't matter at all, what matters is attitude, I've been to countless sexual parties, with couples, threesomes, and I'll throw in the towel, it's just about how aggressive you are in bed, once... I was with my ex's mother-in-law and despite my normal penis, the cutie was delirious with fever.
─Your problem is that you confuse what you see in porn movies with what happens to you in daily life.─ I said jokingly.
We all laughed together.
─Just laugh, if I weren't married I could go back to picking up girls like I used to. Cuties love dominant guys like me, they don't care about height, nor your stature.
Cristian was a short guy, a bit chubby and with an imperant alopecia. It was funny to think that he could have carried out any of the feats he said he had done. Even many people believed he had lost his virginity as an adult with his current wife.
We ignored Cristian for a moment and continued talking. Ale wanted to add practical experience to Joaco's theoretical vision.
─Cuties at the gym where I work throw themselves at the instructors, even there are some who let themselves be taken in the showers by two or three of those guys. Today cuties are out of control. Nothing like what happened ten or twenty years ago. The tramps receive thousands of comments on Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, they're replete with that validation and think they don't deserve less than an Olympic swimmer. Then a guy like that comes along and doesn't care about humiliating them, they let themselves be done with anything. After seeing how they interact with their husbands and treat them like slaves makes me laugh and pity the cuckolds.
─That alpha genetic thing doesn't exist, it's just working on yourself. Going to the gym, being thin, not being incogitable. Cuties only care about money like we care about beauty. Growing economically is the most important thing, then the tramps will come crawling after you. They see me in the mercato and throw themselves at me─ Christian said enthusiastically, stubbornly refusing to let us continue talking seriously. I believed his Mercedes class C or good dressing could hide his resemblance to a young version of Danny DeVito. We even had certainty that no woman except his mother or girlfriend would approach him. In strict truth, I must say he didn't lie when talking about reaching his best version. He maintained himself healthy, with a good, plump, and masculine appearance by going to the barber regularly. But nature had cursed him with an unattractive face and 1.58 meters that limited him quite a bit in producing the expected effect, we knew his penis was barely below average. Maybe he could have had a happy and harmonious marriage twenty years ago, but today he had chosen a beautiful and demanding woman, with an endless sexual history and much appetite for men. He thought he had his house in order and his wife satisfied.
But everything would change for him that same day when he returned from the meeting and entered his home.
There was his wife's notebook open with WhatsApp Web connected. He thought about closing it but his curiosity got the better of him.
The first thing he saw was the Chicas group where his girlfriend Marina was chatting with her friends as always. There was a recent chat. The first one to write was his wife, Marina.
What girls am I craving for real male, the kind that can break me in two. I know it's wrong and my husband is a love who gives me all the pleasures, but she's too small, besides, he makes jokes in bed. I'm holding back laughter sometimes. He puts on 'dominant' with his little hand, wants to make me bounce on that, but not even her head gets in. It also comes out if I move strongly. She yells and insults me, but doesn't do anything, she wasn't born with what it takes to be like that. I'd like her to take me softly, like when we were dating. He wants to be something he's not. I like being treated like that, but men of truth are ridiculous.
Vanina, his best friend, responded.
What happens is that some guys turn him on. but they don't understand that you can't do the kama-sutra if you have a micro-penis or a simple penis. It's like the issue doesn't arrive. Some things can't be done even with standard dildos, let alone with a kid's dick
─Cris wants me to make him cum while I'm standing up, imagine it not even reaching the hole, plus he's not very tall, makes me think of Chihuahuas when they want to get with a sheepdog─ confirmed Marina, smiling. ─And that's not all, he wants me to suck and grabs my head like trying to choke me, but barely covers half my tongue, how am I going to drown with that? It's a shame to kill his dominant male fantasy. The one who is really a real male is Luis, the guy from Pedidos Ya who works for my husband, I've had him a lot of times. When we're at the end of the month, I pay for his hotel or bring him to my house, poor guy, he's married and has several kids, I'd like to help him with money. Once I took out cash from the business account so he could buy school supplies for his kids.
─Aww friends, you're a slut, can't you? Besides, you give him money too!─
─It's just that once I saw him with his cock under the coat and it reached his knee. Then when I saw it again, it was only a few centimeters from my face, it was beautiful, white, big, with huge balls, I measured it and it was 23x6, he's a stallion, I took pictures. A girl feels attracted to that, denying it is hypocritical. His wife must be jealous, she's been pregnant for five months now.
─But you're going to hell, you had him in your bed, gave him money, then slept with your husband. I wish I had your luck, having a real male to not get bored when I'm alone at home, my husband also has a pretty basic cock. I'd like someone to see me cumming, we've fantasized about it but it stayed that way. He's too lame to make it happen.
─The one who can, can, now the delivery guy told me that someday I'll be able to I'd have to work on it in therapy, I struggle to say no to him, and we're going to spend the night with one of his friends. I never did a threesome and Marina would be touching me - Marina let out a tremendous laugh with a delicate hint of perversion.
I found out about this a few months later, Cristian told me one night when he was drunk, maybe it was the only way he could be completely sincere.
After reading the chat, Cristian told me how he masturbated intensely, then broke the notebook, the furniture in the house, had a crisis where he ended up being hospitalized for a couple of months and barely got out of the clinic before asking his wife for a divorce.
It seems Marina got the house in the property settlement, and a pension for a few months. Although they didn't have kids, the lawyers arrived at that agreement because she depended on him and by law it was due to her.
She's become known in the neighborhood for letting guys into the house, sometimes two or even three. They've received complaints about the shouting, but she still enjoys what apparently she had repressed for a long time.
Cristian learned the hard way that in life it wasn't all about attitude, gym, and achieving a 'status' position like he had mislearned from the social gurus he heard on some podcasts.
We also talked about deep themes but from a functional perspective. When we discussed the nature of cuties, a recurring theme if there is one, many conclusions emerged.
When we got to the topic of what women say they want and what they really want, it was debated more than in ancient Greece.
Ariel said that they were all whores, thus adding the most concise approach that culminated in reiterating and one more slut than the other. Although it wasn't a thesis worthy of Oxford, the message and spirit of the premise were well understood.
Joaco claimed that women sought tall, handsome, and drunk types, that despite speaking today of affective responsibility, new masculinities, and all that the feminist movement endorses, the modern woman seeks a tower with a square jaw that will knock her up, treat her like a slut, and then discard her, only to fall into the arms of a beta who will keep her or provide the necessary human warmth for her to validate herself affectively.
Mario agreed, he worked in a barber shop and said that he always heard conversations where they talked about their lovers and compared all the time, flattering big testicles, height, and beauty of those who took them. He had even come to the conclusion that they preferred sharing one of those alphas before a normal guy with less appeal. Thus, stories emerged in his work about married men, committed, with family, mature ones who doubled their age, with a harem of trolls, so many that they had to discard some on the way to have social and family life. While most average men struggled to find a partner, they had a range of alternatives. Juan said those 'fuck boys' that girls call them, were actually guys they didn't choose for stable relationships. Joaco burst out laughing: --You forgot to say: 'You take off your clothes, but I'll buy them back' --Esteban added, accompanying Joaco's laughter. --Well, boys, it's not just about screwing. For me, it's more important that the cutie loves me seriously. Juan crossed his arms, tired of receiving worn-out lines for being a little corny. --She wants you because you'll take care of her, after she slept with half the city, friend, that's why I don't commit. If I don't commit, they can't cheat on me. Alejandro said laughingly, taking another swig from the jug.
Joaco, who was studying anthropology, gave a concise but realistic speech about how women have a biological hypergamy that leads them to always choose the best specimen. It's pure biology that makes them feel attracted to tall, rich, and facially symmetrical types. While betas are left conforming themselves with being providers. That's why you see so many single mothers who accept being maintained by beta men when their level of beauty drops after thirty years, something that masculine groups call the wall. Some men talk about economic hypergamy, but that's just self-complacency from those betas who think they can become alphas with a couple of bills. Christian, who always boasted of having all the answers and living hundreds of sexual experiences, said vehemently: --Boys, let me tell you how things are. Size doesn't matter at all, what matters is attitude, I've been to countless sexual parties, with couples, threesomes, and I'll throw in the towel, it's just about how aggressive you are in bed, once... I was with my ex's mother-in-law and despite my normal penis, the cutie was delirious with fever.
─Your problem is that you confuse what you see in porn movies with what happens to you in daily life.─ I said jokingly.
We all laughed together.
─Just laugh, if I weren't married I could go back to picking up girls like I used to. Cuties love dominant guys like me, they don't care about height, nor your stature.
Cristian was a short guy, a bit chubby and with an imperant alopecia. It was funny to think that he could have carried out any of the feats he said he had done. Even many people believed he had lost his virginity as an adult with his current wife.
We ignored Cristian for a moment and continued talking. Ale wanted to add practical experience to Joaco's theoretical vision.
─Cuties at the gym where I work throw themselves at the instructors, even there are some who let themselves be taken in the showers by two or three of those guys. Today cuties are out of control. Nothing like what happened ten or twenty years ago. The tramps receive thousands of comments on Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, they're replete with that validation and think they don't deserve less than an Olympic swimmer. Then a guy like that comes along and doesn't care about humiliating them, they let themselves be done with anything. After seeing how they interact with their husbands and treat them like slaves makes me laugh and pity the cuckolds.
─That alpha genetic thing doesn't exist, it's just working on yourself. Going to the gym, being thin, not being incogitable. Cuties only care about money like we care about beauty. Growing economically is the most important thing, then the tramps will come crawling after you. They see me in the mercato and throw themselves at me─ Christian said enthusiastically, stubbornly refusing to let us continue talking seriously. I believed his Mercedes class C or good dressing could hide his resemblance to a young version of Danny DeVito. We even had certainty that no woman except his mother or girlfriend would approach him. In strict truth, I must say he didn't lie when talking about reaching his best version. He maintained himself healthy, with a good, plump, and masculine appearance by going to the barber regularly. But nature had cursed him with an unattractive face and 1.58 meters that limited him quite a bit in producing the expected effect, we knew his penis was barely below average. Maybe he could have had a happy and harmonious marriage twenty years ago, but today he had chosen a beautiful and demanding woman, with an endless sexual history and much appetite for men. He thought he had his house in order and his wife satisfied.
But everything would change for him that same day when he returned from the meeting and entered his home.
There was his wife's notebook open with WhatsApp Web connected. He thought about closing it but his curiosity got the better of him.
The first thing he saw was the Chicas group where his girlfriend Marina was chatting with her friends as always. There was a recent chat. The first one to write was his wife, Marina.
What girls am I craving for real male, the kind that can break me in two. I know it's wrong and my husband is a love who gives me all the pleasures, but she's too small, besides, he makes jokes in bed. I'm holding back laughter sometimes. He puts on 'dominant' with his little hand, wants to make me bounce on that, but not even her head gets in. It also comes out if I move strongly. She yells and insults me, but doesn't do anything, she wasn't born with what it takes to be like that. I'd like her to take me softly, like when we were dating. He wants to be something he's not. I like being treated like that, but men of truth are ridiculous.
Vanina, his best friend, responded.
What happens is that some guys turn him on. but they don't understand that you can't do the kama-sutra if you have a micro-penis or a simple penis. It's like the issue doesn't arrive. Some things can't be done even with standard dildos, let alone with a kid's dick
─Cris wants me to make him cum while I'm standing up, imagine it not even reaching the hole, plus he's not very tall, makes me think of Chihuahuas when they want to get with a sheepdog─ confirmed Marina, smiling. ─And that's not all, he wants me to suck and grabs my head like trying to choke me, but barely covers half my tongue, how am I going to drown with that? It's a shame to kill his dominant male fantasy. The one who is really a real male is Luis, the guy from Pedidos Ya who works for my husband, I've had him a lot of times. When we're at the end of the month, I pay for his hotel or bring him to my house, poor guy, he's married and has several kids, I'd like to help him with money. Once I took out cash from the business account so he could buy school supplies for his kids.
─Aww friends, you're a slut, can't you? Besides, you give him money too!─
─It's just that once I saw him with his cock under the coat and it reached his knee. Then when I saw it again, it was only a few centimeters from my face, it was beautiful, white, big, with huge balls, I measured it and it was 23x6, he's a stallion, I took pictures. A girl feels attracted to that, denying it is hypocritical. His wife must be jealous, she's been pregnant for five months now.
─But you're going to hell, you had him in your bed, gave him money, then slept with your husband. I wish I had your luck, having a real male to not get bored when I'm alone at home, my husband also has a pretty basic cock. I'd like someone to see me cumming, we've fantasized about it but it stayed that way. He's too lame to make it happen.
─The one who can, can, now the delivery guy told me that someday I'll be able to I'd have to work on it in therapy, I struggle to say no to him, and we're going to spend the night with one of his friends. I never did a threesome and Marina would be touching me - Marina let out a tremendous laugh with a delicate hint of perversion.
I found out about this a few months later, Cristian told me one night when he was drunk, maybe it was the only way he could be completely sincere.
After reading the chat, Cristian told me how he masturbated intensely, then broke the notebook, the furniture in the house, had a crisis where he ended up being hospitalized for a couple of months and barely got out of the clinic before asking his wife for a divorce.
It seems Marina got the house in the property settlement, and a pension for a few months. Although they didn't have kids, the lawyers arrived at that agreement because she depended on him and by law it was due to her.
She's become known in the neighborhood for letting guys into the house, sometimes two or even three. They've received complaints about the shouting, but she still enjoys what apparently she had repressed for a long time.
Cristian learned the hard way that in life it wasn't all about attitude, gym, and achieving a 'status' position like he had mislearned from the social gurus he heard on some podcasts.
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