I Get Laid Ch.1
I am standing at the corner of Broadway and Tremont. There are buildings on all sides. The sky is scattered with clouds. I grab onto the girl next to me.
She is blonde. The blonde hair bundles down around her face as she turns in shock at my forwardness. I have grabbed her by the arm. It is then I notice her beauty. I say, "you look beautiful darling." We have never met before. Her eyebrows raise in disbelief. A smile creeps into her lips. She gasps.
"Aren't we confident," she says.
I look in her eyes and measure my next words. "You look good but you know what? I have a real knack at finding beautiful women and I know I can have any girl I want." She crinkles her eyebrow. "Don't get upset I'm literally telling you the truth as I see it, you belong with a guy like me." I can't believe I'm saying this to this girl. Where are these words even coming from? Its like God's hands are working my mind and I'm really impressing her. I can just tell and the more I believe it the more she believes it. I'm, in this moment, accessing the truth at the very core of my being that I have known all along. All of my past has led to this and I can determine the future. I can marry her, this whole oyster is just putty in my hands. I pull her away from the crowd and begin doing ministrations on her. I'm talking to her like she is ten yours younger than me, or so it feels, because I can feel myself thinking faster than she is. The moment she realized whats happening I'm already throwing her off my scent. I'm keeping her in a heightened state of arousal by maintaining eye contact and holding her arm. I make her feel like a sex object right there in the middle of foot traffic because I am that bold in my approach. She looks at me with lovely blue eyes. They are crying and she says,
"I've been waiting all my life for you."
She says this to me. I am pretty pumped at hearing that. I take it as a sign that there are going to be some very fruitful nights ahead of me so I say, "Tell you what, give me your fucking number."
She quickly hugs me really tightly and presses her hips against mine and whispers up on her tippy toes that she gets wet hearing me swear and she giggles, "I can't believe I'm even telling you this!" She is so sexy. Her entire body vibrates love and warmth. She has not slept with many men. I can tell. She makes men scared to approach her, but not me. I am the type of guy that these girls fall in line and fall over themselves to meet. Its my confidence. Self confidence, pure and simple. Anything that happens to me is a good thing because its me it happened to.
My arms are nice. My skin is tan. I'm a guy with a really confident vibe. I don't care about anything that isn't important and I'm really good at being able to tell what is versus what isn't. Whats important now, I say to my closest girlfriend Emma, who has called me from her headset at the John Hancock building, she has an intern going down on her as she talks to me. "Oooooh, yes right there you little bitch," she says. "No not you Daddy."
She loves calling me Daddy. I don't mind it but I do find it a mite awkward that she loves calling me daddy the most when we are in public and there are guys who are trying to hit on her within earshot. She likes to build me up to be this Titan of love. She is a big time supporter of mine. She just calls me on a daily basis morning noon and night. I usually wake up to her call. She is thin, about 5'8 with radiant black hair. She is jewish and she broke up with her ex boyfriend because she wanted me to know that she was single and whenever I wanted I could use her like the slut she is deep down.
"Emma," I say. "I met a woman on the corner today."
"Why are you buying prostitutes she says, "when you can use my pussy, asshole and mouth any time you want!"
"Emma," I say, "I'm looking for a wife, not a hook up. Now, I respect the fact that you technically broke up with your boyfriend-"
"Ex-boyfriend," she says.
"Ex-" I say, "to be available for me."
"I'll give up anything and do anything to make you happy Daddy."
I raise my eyebrows. "Anyway, you really think you could be a wife?"
"I could be your wife, absolutely," she says.
"Well back to what I was saying Emma, I met a really sweet blonde and she grabbed my package after she hugged me!"
Later that night I was sitting in my favorite lounge with some female friends. All of them gorgeous. There were nine of us because the rest of the girls had to go to work and they all gave me separate kisses on the lips as they left and a few snuck some tongue which I don't look for but who could blame them. So I turn to the girl on my right, and its Emma.
"So Emma here has been telling me over the phone all about how she plans to marry me!" The girls look at her with jealousy and hatred.
One girl punches Emma. I quickly break up the brawl as these barbie doll looking women are really greedy and each one of them wants me for herself.
I walked into the next afterparty. It was a fashion thing so there were lots of models there. I walked up to a circle of people I knew and who's beautiful blond hair and sparkling blue eyes do I see but the girl from the corner.
"Bet you forgot my name already," she runs up and grabs me by the junk. She holds my balls tight enough to know that she is getting a handful but she does not want to hurt me and loves me. She looks in my eyes and says "ohhh Sir," she calls me sir for some reason. "I want to have a baby and I want you to be the father and I don't want your child support at all I just want your DNA in my ovaries to have my first baby will you do this for me?"
I was speechless so she tugs my balls in the direction of the door and she takes me to her condo. She is very rich and she strips naked the second she walks in the door. She looks like a young Ivanka Trump except way better face. She spreads her legs lewdly on the bed and brings her fingers down to her sopping wet cunt. She barely touches it before a sprinkler system goes off and she says thats her fist cum, just at the thought of having my baby. I drop trow because she yells at me that she is going to kill herself if I don't. The rest is history. I fucked her senseless all night long and true to her word she had my kid, a beautiful daughter and said she wants me to fuck her when she is old enough, but I'm not sure if that's such a good idea. She is insistent that I get the daughter pregnant too though. She really thinks I'm something special but I guess all women do.
I get Laid Ch.2
There is a beautiful girl standing in the middle of a crowded subway platform. I wrestle my way through the crowd and before I can get to her, her head perks up like she just sensed the presence of a ghost. She turns her head to me. We lock eyes. In the next instant I see her take off running towards me. We meet each other halfway and she grabs my package through my pants.
"That's pretty forward." I say, trying to extricate myself but the pretty girl with brown hair only grabs my balls tighter.
"I cant help it," she says. "I just want to grab you by the balls and take you home with me right now. Her hand clutches over my pants and I look around to check that we aren't making too much of a scene. She has a beaming smile and she gets up close to me and whispers:
"I want you. I want to do everything you tell me to do."
I have a certain air about me that attracts women. This has been happening ever since I realized that confidence kills. Women have been walking up to me and grabbing me right by the balls and pretty much forcing me to sleep with them. They would never go so far as to actually rape me, but these beautiful girls make it so plainly obvious that saying no to their beauty is not an option.
She begins to twist my balls and my cock hardens. "Mmm..." She whispers. "what do we have here?" Her hands strokes the length of my penis through my pants. She has not asked my permission and when I point this out her she says:
"Look, I apologize if I'm not asking your consent but the simple fact is, you are really confident and that turns me on. I feel I have the right as a beautiful, nay gorgeous girl wouldn't you agree?"
"About your physical beauty, yes."
"Good," she says. "So we have a deal."
"What deal is that?" I ask.
"You and your balls," she pats my balls and gives them a firm squeeze like she owns them or something. "Are my most important possessions and I promise to invite other girls and go out with you and humiliate other men by treating them as inferior to you, which they are, she says, giving my rock hard cock a squeeze."
"Wow," I say. "I don't know what to say. You seem to have a plan for this."
"Oh," she says. "I knew what I was going to do with you and your ballsack as soon as I laid eyes on you."
