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Compendium IIIAs expected, the chat with the 'V' golden remained motionless. I could notice activity from its end when she was 'online' and actually thought of ignoring it...
But next week, besides my nightingale turning 29 years old, we'll be celebrating our 10th anniversary of marriage, so I decided to play a bit more with Isabella...
So, just like I use defunct chat groups (meaning where I end up being the last member of the group) to load 'reminders for the future', I did the same with Isabella's chat.
I started loading information about different and beautiful types of cakes that a specialized chocolate bakery offers, with various designs and colors...
Then some music videos in Spanish followed, by singers like Arjona and groups like Maná, which fascinate my nightingale...
The beautiful floral arrangements continued to be chosen by Lizzie, who literally 'has bloomed' in her ikebana style...
A few brochures for saunas, beauty salons, and massage centers followed, which I know my wife wouldn't search for herself...
And finally, the pièce de résistance: a 50-page manual for the perimetral digital camera that I want to install in the garden.
Isabella (I): Can you tell me what this means? Marco (M): Hey! I thought you'd deleted me from your contacts.
I: Ha! I decided not to fall for your mind games.
M: As you wish. You already know my opinion. You need to go to a psychologist...
I: ENOUGH GAMES! WHAT DOES IT MEAN? (referring to the manual)
M: It's a manual for a camera I'm trying to install in the garden.
I: WHY DID YOU SEND IT TO ME?
M: I told you. I thought you were going to block me and wanted to force you to do it, bombarding you with useless information.
I: WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MAKE YOU HATE ME?
M: Hey, I don't hate you. But neither do I like your attitude when you insult a little girl.
I: AND WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?
M: First of all, write like normal people. I was just joking. Sorry about that.
I: Okay, sorry too.
M: And what bothered me was assuming I had to invite you out.
I: Ok, sorry for that too.
M: Very well! Do you want to start over? Hello, my name is Marco.
I: Yes, I'd like that. Hello, Marco.
M: I want to apologize about what I said about your ass.
I: Mhm... yes. I'll accept it. Although I know you like it.
M: But it's true that I would like to break it.
In short, I'd like to propose something.
I: Let it pass for now... but okay. I'll listen to your proposal.
M: Since you don't want me deleted from your contacts and neither do I care about having sex with you now, I wanted to propose that you be my battle companion.
I: Wait a minute: What do you mean by saying you're not interested in having sex with me? You just said you liked my ass!
M: Why complain? You yourself said you don't want me to break it. In short, since you're as unfaithful as I am, I want to ask for your help deciding whether to sleep with Emma or Cheryl first.
I: AND WHY WOULD I DO SUCH A CRAZY THING?
M: First, letters. Second, you yourself said you didn't want me deleted from your contacts... contacts, something you can still do. And third, because it's something I can't ask my wife about, so you're the only one who can help me make a decision.
M: What do you think?
M: Eh?
M: Ok. To start with, I won't deny that I'd love to sleep with Cheryl. It's been few times that I've slept with women with such big breasts...
I'm ignoring you... But on the other hand, although it's tempting to turn her into a nymphomaniac for having sex with her all weekend, she's still Bastián's teacher and I think she'd become obsessive about me. Although it's good to know you're an imaginative pig with morals, I'm interested in knowing why you think she'd become obsessive about you. It's obvious. If she's dating someone, she's not having a good time. How can you know that? You haven't seen her? She's extremely insecure and tense. Try to remember the best times you've been caught. Did you feel nervous afterwards? Not that it's any of your business, but no. Exactly! Because when they catch you well, your body releases a lot of endorphins that calm you down. You should meet my wife. She becomes the zen master in mental peace.I: Haha. Okay. That was funny.M: But, on the other hand, Emma must be great at giving blowjobs.
I: And how do you know that?
M: Think about it: Single mother, probably hasn't had sex for at least 2 years...
I: Wait! Wait a bit! How can you know that that bitter old maid has not had sex in at least 2 years?
M: Isn't it obvious? She's a single mother and works hard. She can't take the risk of getting pregnant again, and sex should be her last priority.I: And although I feel gross asking... How do you know she must be fantastic at giving blowjobs?
M: It's curious that you ask, because your mouth also seems good enough to do it. But if you want to know, it's for the same reason I was saying before: reaching sex is her last priority. What better defense is there for a woman who wants to avoid having sex with a man than making him cum with her mouth or hands?
I: Ugh... please. Don't make me think about that... and even less of that bitter prude.
M: Ha! And what about you? How do you select your targets?
I: What do you mean?
M: In what you look for to decide who you'll sleep with.
I: Haha, darling, when you look as good as I do, you only choose the best of the best.
M: Ok... But how do you discriminate? What makes you decide on one or the other?I: You know. A glance... a smile... that kind of thing.
M: Okay, let's make the next assumption: imagine you're at one of those boring gala receptions with your husband in the Hyatt event hall.
I: Do you know the Hyatt?
M: Yes, I've taken several of my lovers there. Honestly, I still get annoyed by their promotional contests. But, anyway, imagine you're deciding who you want to sleep with. You look around and find a waiter with good looks, around 40 years old, broad shoulders but slightly drooping, who smiles luxuriously at you. Do you accept?
I: Of course! Have you seen those Adonis types?
M: You just made the wrong choice.
I: What? Why? What's wrong with it?
M: You're not considering that he's been working for at least 6 hours here. It'll be his life-changing sex session, but maybe not yours.
I: Ha ha. Yes, you're right. This is a fun game. Do it again.
M: Okay. Now imagine you notice one of the guest escorts. Tall, muscular, and well-built. What do you decide?
I: Mhm... I don't know. I mean, if you had told me 5 minutes ago, I would have thrown myself at him without a problem. But now, I'm unsure.
M: That's good that you're unsure! The problem here is the muscles.
I: The muscles? God! Why do they have to be the problem if they make him look better?
M: The first problem is where the muscles come from. If he used steroids at a young age, probably won't carry a big tool or last long, do you understand? But if he didn't use them, the problem is another.
I: What are you referring to?
M: Think about gym trainers. They're always surrounded by many women. I'm not denying that sex with them would be probably quite good. But the problem is that you'll have to adjust to their schedules and not they to yours.
I: Now I see what... You say. It's true. So, according to you, who would be my perfect target?
M: A married man.
I: Well, that's where you're wrong, Sherlock. I've already been with married men and they're not that good.
M: Wait a minute, it's just that I haven't given you the details of this wonderful person. First, he shouldn't be over 35 years old. Second, he shouldn't have more than 10 years of marriage. Third, depending on how many years he's been married, he should have at least one child every two years and finally, if he's accompanied by his wife, you should see if she lets him get too far away.
I: haha. Now you've really exaggerated. Why should I pay attention to so many things?
M: Well, even though he might be over 40 and more than 10 years married, it's important that he has a lot of children. That means he likes having sex. Having children every two years means he's in love with his wife and barely a baby is born, she gets pregnant again. And about the wife, it's because if they're already having good sex and the husband is providing, she won't want him taken away from her. At least that's how my wife is with me.
I: Yes, that makes sense.
M: Well then, getting back to my topic, should I sleep with Emma or Cheryl first?
I: Wait a minute. What about me?
M: What? Do you want me to sleep with you?
I: No, it's not that. In the same analysis you did for them, what do you see in me?
I: Of course! At least I shouldn't be as bad as they are...
M: Actually, I think you're worse than them.
I: What? But if I've slept with more types than the spinster sourpuss who's still a virgin!
M: It's because that's your problem: you're seeing sex as everything.
I: What do you mean? THEY'RE NOT EVEN HAVING SEX!
M: That's the point. I assume Cheryl and Emma masturbate when they're alone. But I can't say the same about you.
I: WHY SHOULD I DO IT? I CAN HAVE SEX WITH WHOMEVER I WANT! How do you expect someone else to touch you? I: And why would I want them to? M: Have you never let yourself be masturbated by someone else? I mean, have you ever felt that uncertainty of a man putting his fingers inside your body... not knowing if he'll make you come? Knowing he's inside your most sensitive part, putting and taking his fingers, making you cum more and more? That curiosity of wondering how deep it will go or how long it will take? M: Eh? M: And what about oral sex? How do you expect to receive oral sex if you don't even touch yourself? The sensation you have when your clitoris is bitten or a tongue explores the inside of your vagina. The way a man eats your sex, literally eating you out of orgasms, drinking with enthusiasm each of your juices and making you enjoy more and more without knowing when it will end. How can you experience that if you don't even dare to touch yourself? M: Eh, what do you say? M: Hey, Isabella! Are you ignoring me again? M: Isabella? I: DON'T TALK TO ME... I'M NOT LIKE THEM... M: What are you talking about? Why do you say that? How did I offend you? I: I DON'T NEED YOUR FINGERS... OR MINE... I HAVE CONTROL... I MUST WASH MY HANDS... AND THE KEYBOARD... GOD, MY HANDS ARE GROSS... I MUST LEAVE. M: Wait, what? And without saying more, she disconnected. And worse, she didn't even help me make a decision.Next post
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