Thoughts and Things – Ruth, a Resounding Fuck and Confession
The thought occurred to Don as he was drying his hair after swimming practice. I should really practice how I speak to a woman. No, that's not quite right. There are certain things that turn a woman on just as there are things that turn me on. Am I any hornier than the women I meet every day? I doubt it---well possibly, but they're still horny.
Donnie snorted at that, but then pondered those very thoughts again while driving home.
That porno film, what was it called again? Mmmmm, oh yeah, Talk Dirty to Me, with whatshisname, John Leslie in the lead. Now that was some significant shit. Whoever made it gave serious thought to the language used. Can't be sure, but it looked like the women Leslie was screwing were definitely charmed by his words. Maybe all of them didn't cum at his urging, but several did, I'm certain of it.
What do I do that Leslie does to his women? Mmmm, I look them in the eye. Yeah, lots of eye contact. It brings us closer. So what else? Do I tell them what I'm doing, or what I'm going to do? Maybe, but I should make it a definite thing each and every time. I could also tell them what I expect from them. Oh yeah, women seem to like it when you tell them what you want or what you're gonna do to them. I think it might remove some barriers leading to a good fuck.
That's gotta be the way to go. I mean, how fucking hot was it when Nikita's face was mere inches from my dong and she looked up at me---there's the old eye contact---so very important---and she whispered, "I just love your cock ... I wanna rub it all over my face before taking in my mouth and tickling my tonsils."
Ahh, but we all have secrets---especially women and their hidden fantasies—they might hint at them, might even admit to some, but not all. And when you mention past lovers--- they'll never tell you the exact number. They're afraid you'll think them sluts or just easy----probably because the actual fuck was a furtive quickie, or she was either drunk or on the rebound and she doesn't think it fair to count it. Double the number she passes on to you.
On arriving home Donnie strode into his bedroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror and practiced some lines. He soon discovered the importance of projecting feeling into his words and rehearsed them over and over again.
After careful consideration, Donnie told himself Jesus, I should have done this ages ago! My sisters spend, or spent---no, I'm certain they still do it---practicing facial expressions, or how much leg is revealed from one angle or another until they're satisfied they'll show the exact amount of flesh the moment calls for. They probably did the same thing with their tits---if leaning thusly, or breathing just so I'll get the following result....
Damn I've been such a fool not to have noticed it. Aloud he suddenly exclaimed: "But I have! It's such an ordinary thing that it goes all but unnoticed by men! Women must think we're idiots as we allow ourselves to be led by the nose with a glimpse of tit, or flash of thigh. We're so easily manipulated. And look at that. The very word begins with man.
Donnie sighed and spoke to his reflection in the mirror. "It's true enough. We allow it. We expect it. So what can I do about it?
He pondered the problem for some twenty minutes before arriving at a conclusion: rehearsing one's tactics was the way to proceed. They do it and it's proven to work. Why wouldn't it work on them in turn?
And just what do I say, and how do I say it? Save that last for the rehearsal my good man. As to how one says it, mmmm, I suppose trial and error will produce a satisfactory approach. Let's see ... what's a sexy line? How about: I find you so beautiful that I think I will die if I cannot possess you?
Donnie repeated that line several times, and then began again, giving the words a different inflection each time. His reasoning was sound, if not silly. He felt that words were not unlike taco sauce that came in mild, medium and spicy flavors, so why not give his choicest words a special flavor, making them mild, medium or spicy as the moment's mood called for?
Mild might be something along the lines of: "Your lips are so sweet."
Medium: "Mmmm, your mouth is soooo hot! No, better make that I think your mouth is soooo hot! And spicy: "Oh, God I can't wait to taste the rest of you!"
Other lines came to him as he opened his mind to suggestions from his imagination. He was both leased and surprised at the number of ideas rapidly developing while he practiced uttering the words now coming so easily to his mouth.
Suddenly he recalled what he'd said to Nina, the Governor's niece. "I'm going to make you cum; I'm going to make you cum with my tongue on your clit and my finger up your sweet ass.
I'm going to make you cum in ways I haven't even thought of yet, and now I'm going to make you cum with my finger." He remembered how she had looked at him---wide-eyed and enthralled. And her orgasms had been fantastic. She had told him it had never been that good for her before.
It seemed to him that telling the woman what you wanted to do to her would produce the best reaction from them. "I'm going to strip every stitch off you. I'm going to make you so wet you'll think you're going to drown. I'm going to fuck your brains out. You won't be able to walk for two days after I finish with you."
Donnie was smiling at his reflection as he practiced those and similar lines before the mirror.
I bet Nikita would wet herself laughing if she knew what I'm doing right now, he told himself. Then it occurred to him that she would be the perfect woman to practice on. If she accepted it other women will too. It's just that simple. And if she laughs at you, you can get her to tell you what you should do to improve.
A few minutes later while taking a shower he burst out laughing. "I'll tell her I want to break my cock off in her ass! God, that's so fuckin' hot!
Toweling off it occurred to him that perhaps all decent girls wanted to be seen as whores, and treated accordingly---however the following day it would be smart to act as if nothing unusual had happened the night before. It sounds about right; he thought and filed it away for future contemplation, only to think about what they might fantasize in private.
Common sense would indicate that what they fantasize about has nothing to do with what they really want to do with a partner---well maybe occasionally they'll want to dip a toe into dangerous waters, but that wouldn't hold for most women. What does seem plausible is them cheating with another guy either for the excitement itself, or perhaps out of boredom in the case where their partner isn't showing enough interest in them.
Donnie thought back over his own experiences: Miss Ginger, his first, had succumbed to his boyish charms and the lack of any other male presence during those vulnerable moments every woman has. Denise, an over-sexed woman awaiting her wedding day, had taught him many things including several insights into a female's thought processes. She had also helped him seduce Alice, in fact she had seduced the girl first and then added him to the equation, that is, if he recollected correctly. The others hadn't provided anything unique except for Nikita, who was a constant surprise and treasure as far as he was concerned.
Then again, they're always testing you! They analyze everything. Every action, word, gesture, email, and facial expression.They seem to remember every word you say to them, whether it's about them or someone else. What's more they're insecure. Even though they may be well off financially, they're insecure regarding the man in their life. They need constant indications that you want them around. That's why it's better to say, "I want you to come away with me for the weekend. Could you come with me?" than to ask, "What are you up to this weekend?"
He'd done exactly the opposite with Nikita the week before when broaching a trip to Atlanta only to be met with a stony silence for an hour or two. Then the questions started: why this weekend? Who will we be meeting? And so on.
Donnie was certain he had much to learn from Nikita, and looked forward to it. In the meantime he decided to put some of what he'd learned into practice on campus.
Donnie had been conscientious in attending his classes, however because of his casual and confident demeanor along with his style of dress, he was often mistaken for a professor or assistant when moving about the campus and even while in some classes.
Which was how he met Ruth. Actually, they met in one of the bars just off campus that catered to the collegiate crowd and wasn't all that concerned about the age requirements necessary to buy alcoholic drinks. Donnie was hanging with several fellow freshmen from his English 101 class. They were talking to some high school girls with phony ID's. They were all at least eighteen---but not twenty-one---and had sought the guys out, thinking that college students sitting with a professor (Donnie) were older and might buy them the drinks they otherwise might be carded for.
The thing was everyone at the table was underage insofar as the law was concerned. Yet no one had challenged them, and so knowing that management wouldn't bother the girls either, Donnie invited them to sit with them, endearing himself to the other, more reticent males in the group who happily bought the teenage girls a round of beer.
For some reason Donnie chose to remain fairly quiet, not offering any jokes, laughing along with the others at any semblance of a witty remark. It never occurred to him that his manner of dress set him apart from the others, but it did attract Ruth to him, and soon they were off at another table talking quietly to each other.
By any standard Ruth was different than most women he had met. On the surface she appeared shy and preferred that her men be quiet spoken over all things. But once she got to know him, she lowered her guard and opened up, revealing her innermost secrets in an unusual way.
