What I think Is Extra Fun About Women: Selective Morality & Prudence depending on How Hot they Think You are & How Much They want to F&CK you. Or, Is there more to it?

Perhaps it is the same way for men, but it seems like a lot of girls adjust their rules based on how hot they think a guy is. I’ve always accepted the obvious assumption, that attraction and desire often have the power to overwhelm one’s moral or cultural convictions.

But there are some interesting aspects about this that suggest it may not be so simple. I wonder, is it just about attractiveness, or could a guy’s hotness not actually be the objective? Could it be a convenient excuse for girls to bend their own rules and accomplish some other, higher desire?

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Let’s look at a few situations where I’ve seen people shape-shift their fundamental rules with particular attention to elements that contradict the assumption that it is attraction compelling people to redraw their boundaries.


I’ve seen a girl keep her boyfriend waiting for two years, because her chastity was so important, just to lose it her last month in high school to one of the more popular athletes. No, she wasn’t passed out, she wasn’t drugged, and I think her boyfriend was the only person at our school who didn’t know what happened – at the party where she gave it up.

(By the way,  her boyfriend was not at the party with her because he was out of the state attending a grandparent’s funeral).

And, I’m glad you noticed, I played no part in the scandal, hands are clean this time, I mean, I did have sex with her too, but not until years later.

In the mean time, I ran into the boyfriend at a restaurant, Macayo’s, a couple years after high school. I really wanted to tell him everything, but decided it might hurt him more than help. I wonder how much he ever found out.

But was it just the guy’s good looks and popularity that compelled her to give up her virginity, risk her relationship, and reshape her reputation? It is hard to believe, isn’t it? And, she was attractive, so even if the guy she slept with was a little bit out of her league, she certainly could have found a fairly handsome guy to trade up to if she wanted a more handsome or popular boyfriend.

Are there any other aspects of the situation, besides a chance with a member of the school’s A group? Her boyfriend was not around. There was a little bit of drinking. Most of the girls probably dreamed for an opportunity to be the focus of that guy’s affection, so even if they called her a slut, few would probably blame her for her actions. .

Let’s hold on to these thoughts and look at some more examples.


I had this friend who I met when I first got to college. She was brilliantly smart and had an amazing body, but we were both too cool and cautious, and having too much fun with being single, to become a couple – we were so cool, that we would hardly admit we wanted each other. The cool thing was, from the window of my dorm room, I could see the entrance to her dorm;  there were outside stairs up to a door to the second floor of her dorm – it was near her room, so she’d always return through it.

This is where almost all of her dates would follow, right up to the door, drooling with hopes of getting anything. Nobody got through that door. She had many dates. When she wasn’t at a sorority  function, she was usually being wined and dined by the many wealthy men wanting to impress her around Los Angeles. Both of us lived in honors dorms, neither of us studied.

I had already studied this kind of thing, the moment I met her I knew what none of her suitors seemed to get – Denise was a tease and built her self esteem off of guys wanting her. And, more importantly, she got off on denying them – NOT getting off with them. The way She dressed and acted, who would believe she was still a virgin.

For much of my freshman year I’d watch her dates walk her up to that door. I never saw her give more than a peck to a single one of them. I’d have a shot and throw on some cologne because most of the time she’d head over to my room soon after; when she didn’t, I’d go to hers.

The only Ferrari I drove during college was hers, her and her sister each got their own as a high school graduation present. I didn’t have the money that some of her dates and “boyfriends” spent on her – but I had her asking me to teach her how to give me head after they dropped her off, and a couple years later, yes she held out that long, I had her virginity, she asked me to take it.

Yes, this does relate to the discussion, I think. The point is that she prided herself on her virginity and practically defined herself by being a tease and not putting out, but she changed her whole cosmology because of chemistry?

This story  is even more inconsistent to theory than the first. While there was wild chemistry between us and Denise did have a strong attraction to me, she had so many pursuers to choose from, there had to have been plenty who were hotter than i was, no way was I this girls only decent option, she could have scored far hotter I’m sure.

So, what else about the situation was abnormal or remarkable?  Here’s something, I never made my intentions or desire for her public; most of our love affair was our little secret. Few of her friends knew about our dorm room rendezvous; also, I never interfered with or raised issue about her highly active dating life.

Let’s let those thoughts bake a bit and look at one more example before seeing if we can assemble any theories.


In high school I ended up the writer and director of our class play each year. After our class had won the competition for the first two years, I had accrued some power over the project; I was head honcho, just like a big-time Hollywood producer, if you substitute in geeky school kids for gorgeous, famous actors, and replace brilliant, Tarantino-esq scripts with cliche-riddled gibberish.

But, evidently I had assumed enough power to decide I needed a personal assistant, secretary, so I appointed one. It is possible she was the only one who volunteered, don’t remember. She was sort of cute in the most unpopular, not-trying-at-all, extremely Mormon, never-kissed-a-guy sort of way.

Actually, she did have a BINO (boyfriend in name only) that went to her church, she said they had kissed once and she shared with me her predicament – the guy had been pressuring her for more kissing. Don’t be skeptical, I’m’ not making this shit up! Have you not known any deeply brainwashed committed, adorably naive teenage Mormons?

Through the years I have come to appreciate Mormons, and a little naive innocents – let’s  be generous and call it goodness.

It isn’t a stretch to say that I was out of her league in terms of high school desirability; had she not been thrust into the spotlight as my important, personal secretary, we probably would have never had a conversation. Relax, I’m not bragging, this distinction is critical to what what we’re analyzing.

So, this girl Tamarin .. (WHAT?, I didn’t name her – she’s Mormon, give her a break) .. anyway, Tamarin had kissed a guy once, I’d wager there wasn’t an abundance of tongue involved, but by our third play writing session, she was grabbing my cock with one hand and taking notes with the other. Sort of.

It was strange, we just pretended like nothing  was happening. The first couple times she just sort of rested her hand on me while I was half way hard, at least. We never took it out. We never kissed or did anything else that would obviate something intimate or imprudent was happening. It became our routine, she’d hold onto my cock every time we met up.

After a couple times, she moved her hand and rubbed my cock just enough to make me cum, and going forward, that part was incorporated  into our meetups. A few times I got so turned on that I did pull her pants down to see her in panties, or touch here ass, that was the farthest it went. She wasn’t getting touched, or coming, or anything really – not sure what she was getting out of it – if anything, but she did it every time.

She acted like nothing was happening, but a couple times I saw her almost get worked up and show signs of being really turned on. It was hurting my cock because I couldn’t take it out of my jeans, so after a few painful times, I thought I would try wearing sweat pants. I was worried about avoiding the pain and it didn’t occur to me until we got started, that the sweatpants were closer to wearing nothing than they were to wearing jeans. My shape, and contours were all available. She actually looked down and stroked a little, she let out a few deep breaths, and a few of the times she looked right down at me while I came – saw the wet spot  grow as my cum seeped through.

Tamarin was concerned about too many kisses, and a few weeks later, hand jobs were routine, – did she change her boundaries because she thought I was hot – or, hotter than her normal catch?

Again, like with the other stories, it is hard to give physical attraction so much credit. Are there any other unique or remarkable factors in this story, that might contribute to a more reasonable explanation?

A couple aspects stand out – similar to some we’ve identified in the other two situations. For one, there were no witnesses – I would bet that to this day she has not told a living soul what she did. Nobody from her world ever know if she didn’t tell them; for all anyone would know, her morals had never bent. And, we didn’t fool around in any normal ways, we basically pretended like what we were doing wasn’t happening, so it wouldn’t be so hard over time convince oneself to believe nothing really happened.

What does all this mean?

These are just three examples, but they bare similarities to other situations that have happened to me or that I’ve heard about.

I’m going to suggest that physical attraction alone is not enough to compel a girl to move her more solid boundaries. I do believe that physical attraction is critical and the boundaries would not shift without that factor, but there has to also be a second factor. I think the second factor is “rollback-ability.”

Thesis Statement:

People will stretch their boundaries or redefine their morality, if (a) there is enough incentive to do so (physical attraction) and (b) when the situation is such that will allow the boundaries to be restored.

If we are to stretch our boundaries without permanent damage to our moral integrity, we must either break free where nobody who counts on us keeping our prudence, can see us dismiss it. The situation offers determinant containment, or, the situation in itself must provide an excuse or authority with enough weight to pardon such a reprieve from principle.

And in some cases, I believe people let go of themselves in situations they know will force a re-evaluation. Perhaps we break ourselves into some situations that we believe will elevate us to places that paint over where we were, we move to a different world, what we broke or betrayed doesn’t exist anymore, unmaking is efficient fixing.

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Why oh why, Eight Heartbreaking Questions About Love and Lust

  1. Why do the ones we wish to impress the most, appreciate us the least – and those we desire the most, always desire someone else?

  2. Why do bad suspicions usually turn out to be true – while high hopes so often do not?

  3. Why do they never change for the better – and the more you try to convince them to – the worse they become?

  4. Why are we most attracted to those most unavailable?

  5. Why are the ones who crave sex and like it the naughtiest – always gay or crazy?

  6. Why does the best sex come after the worst fights – and, do the biggest fights come after the worst sex? If so, shouldn’t that lead back around to the best sex again?

  7. Why do we have to run away before they’ll want us – but if it works and they run after us, we no longer want them?

  8. Why is the brother or sister always hotter than the brother or sister we end up with?

Tell me: Just horny Curiosity About You


Results

Currently Horny super horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? This blog gives me more Orgasms than hubby
Ask me something personal and sexy how thick is your cock? big balls?

Sinner Saint answer: come over and show me your tits and see for yourself

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Description of what you do and how you get a girl to climax
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Currently Horny i need to come before I go crazy
Tell me something personal and sexy? i masturbate almost everyday after work before boyfriend gets home
Ask me something personal and sexy what is something unusual that really turns you on?

Sinner Saint answer:  hairy bush

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about describe a fav sexual fantasy in detail
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Currently Horny super horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? Everyone thinks i am so good but i have frequent rape fantasy about large men cumming in me in every hole.
Ask me something personal and sexy what would you want to do to me if you could do any sex act:

Sinner Saint answer: anal, duh

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about seduction
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Currently Horny yes horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? we’ve had sex and u have no idea I found your blog. married now & not nearby but think about u. hint – fashion
Ask me something personal and sexy are you painting?

Sinner Saint Answer: no, who is this?

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about waiting for you to talk about our adventure
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Currently Horny i need to come before I go crazy
Tell me something personal and sexy? I got Dare and the part where the girl is on your lap then ran off too shy to say anything… that’s been my “go to” for several weeks.

Sinner Saint Answer: Have a few more stories to tell about May, everything that girl does fascinates me.

Ask me something personal and sexy did you ever have sex with or see Paula again?( if she is a real person )

Sinner Saint: she’s very real. I saw her again and the details are in dare 2. short answer,  I was dating Morgan after Dare one, Paula and husband were having issues and she stayed with us for a while. As you can probably guess, not a good idea, but a good story.

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Any followups on what is going on with the friends in dare would be interesting.
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Currently Horny yes horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? When I wear skirts to work I totally tell when boss is looking to see between my legs and I like it
Ask me something personal and sexy Do you like to see up a girls skirt? What panties would you want me to be wearing if you saw up mine?

Sinner Saint: Who wouldn’t like such a sight. Wouldn’t like to get caught doing it like your boss. sheer white panties would be good.

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Ever see or try to see up a girls skirt at work?

Sinner Saint:  had a co-worker/cubical-mate who liked to show me what panties she was wearing – would pull her skirt up and tell me to take a look.

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Currently Horny? i need to come before I go crazy
Tell me something personal and sexy? I am really bored and dying for some excitement. Playing with myself this much is getting ridiculous.
Ask me something personal and sexy Don’t want to be too unfaithful but can you suggest something that would be stimulating?Sinner Saint Answer: Go grocery shopping without a bra. Get a message and wear nothing. Layout and sunbathe nude in your backyard, Go to https://naughtypolls.com and answer naughty poll questions. Come let me interview you topless. Go to a sex shop and have the person working there show you all of the toys and vibrators. Go to a strip club during the day and get a lap dance. Get this clone a willy kit make a vibrator with your husband that looks just like his dick. Go to a health club and sit in the sauna or steam room in your underwear. Go buy some black thong panties. Read by book Dare before Dare 2 comes out and tell me your favorite part. Get on tinder and have a drink with someone and wear your new panties, kiss him and then leave. Hire a masseur off Craig’s list to come to your house and give you a massage.
(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Have you known any bored wives or girlfriends? what did they do?

Sinner Saint: If not for bored wives and girlfriends I’d probably be celibate. But, yea, I’ll write about some.

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NaughtyPolls.com

I have this domain name NaughtyPolls.com that I’ve decided to build a website for. I should have a beta version working by the end of the weekend.

Naughtypolls.com will initially have the following features:

  • Poll questions that we all want to know people’s answer too but are so naughty that we probably wouldn’t dare ask.

  • Anonymous participation with no sign up required. The app will keep track of what polls people answer using only their IP so that they won’t be asked poll questions they’ve already answered.

  • After you answer a poll by clicking one of the answer choices presented, current results for the poll will be displayed along with possible other facts of interest if available (40% of those who answered yes were men in their 30s, etc.) There will be an option to tweet or grab a link to the results to share the shocking info with your readers and friends.

The following are some ideas about features to add eventually.

  • Comment/discussion area on each poll results page.

  • AI to predict what polls someone is most likely to find interesting.

  • Me presenting the polls live on cam, naked with a big fat hard on. (not really, but don’t think I wouldn’t)

 


 

I would love to hear any suggestions you have for poll questions.

  • There’s no such thing as too naughty or shocking, so suggest the naughtiest questions you can think of- that you’d be fascinated to know how people answered.

  • Submit as many suggestions as you want, if they’re naughty and interesting enough, I’ll include them on the site.

Here’s a form you can use to submit naughty poll suggestions.

Thank you so much for any suggestions you can think of. Also, if you have any suggestions for the website – regarding features or whatever, I’d love to hear them.

I’ve got the poll categories up now at https://naughtypolls.com if you wish to view them – I thought it might help people come up with poll suggestions. Thanks again for sharing ideas for questions.

 


How do blind people know when they’re done wiping? (smell it, wash it, wing it, etc.)

Regarding your husband, if you had to choose just one, you most wish that he… (was more intelligent, was more attractive, had a bigger dick, was more dead)

When a woman has a really big and loose pussy, it is because (she was born with it, she’s done so much fucking, she fucked some really big cocks, she doesn’t work out and is out of shape, nobody has a big pussy – just guys with small dicks that thing that)

 

Most Arousing : Silent, Risky & Simple

When we think of where we might find an exquisitely arousing experience – deep sexual satisfaction, visions of three ways, all-night sex marathons , incredibly attractive and skillful lovers,  sexual acts that are particularly kinky or forbidden – or, other such visions of sexual interaction being more grande – stimulation more glutinous.

I still wait for something more spectacular, where I might experience a new level of orgasm, or a transcendent sexual experience – or just one that is as exciting and powerful as it was at first when sex was new; But, the moments of overwhelming arousal, when sexual interaction is deeply fulfilling, almost always come about in situations much less grand, and often too subtle and emotionally complex to imagine or look for: such moments a  remarkable synchronicity of simple elements.

I’ve had a few experiences of the spectacular variety, but there’s only so good physical interaction can feel – and only so good a standard orgasm can be, and while a lot of the spectacular experiences produce optimal orgasms and maxed out pleasureful sensations, actual reward is always about the same – and not all that  much more fulfilling than a good masturbation.

There are times when the limits are broken and sexual interaction is more than orgasm, when orgasms are more than orgasms even, but the ingredients needed to bake such experiences, seem less available in many of the more obvious scenarios. Perhaps  the strongest experiences require a degree or type of sensitivity unable to service the sexual amplitude of extreme or “earth shattering” sexual interaction.

For example, there was an evening I write about in the next SSD book about a condo that I lived in for about a year – that I shared with the owner who rented me the room and another female tenant. Some crazy things happened during those condo days, but one of the most arousing and memorable experiences, was otherwise pretty unspectacular.

One night, while the landlord was away attending  a work related conference, I hung out and drank with the other tenant – who had just become single too. The next night she got home late in the evening after hitting happy hour and dinner with friends after work . She talked  to me in the kitchen for a few minutes, then tells me she’d be back up in a bit – wanted to get out of her work clothes. She returned wearing a very plain white nightshirt – something you’d get at the gap or target even – not Victoria secrets. But, it was just see through enough -her panties and nipples not being shown, but showing  – and the discussion was just provocative enough – that one of those monumental experiences sprung up.

I can’t tell the story here – the point is, the building blocks of this encounter were very simple: a roommate, a basic, white cotton night shirt, by chance us both being there, newly single with landlord gone, and perhaps the spark – a bit of unexpected behavior in my housemate curiously choosing to wear such a normal yet immodest outfit.

That evening saw no three ways, spontaneous animalistic sex,  circus equipment or even handcuffs, yet I can’t remember many times I’ve been more aroused and satisfied. It makes me realize that sexual satisfaction isn’t about being gotten off – it’s about being turned on – it’s about feeling numb with desire and arousal – and the situations that create these feelings are unexpected and complicated, rarely spectacular, and something in us yearns for them.

I’ve had a few wild and grande sexual encounters  (by my square standards) – and they got me off hard – but none have made me so drunk with arousal, that I didn’t know the words I was speaking, or feel on the verge of risking all pride and consequence, trembling with desire, my heart pounding and heads throbbing, only needing an orgasm to stop the orgasming, when I could bare no more. The context surrounding such moments = so remarkable buy rarely spectacular.

Chuck

(what the dick you let into me did to me)

I love you man you’re a horny Fuck
I married you eight years ago
You let a friend put his dick in me
So you could watch and get off.

I was content with having no other
You compared with the best I’d had
We were fine with what you’ve got
Big enough for what I sought.

I knew it was risky fucking your friend
But we both wanted to spice things up
You said it would be crazy hot to see
Promised no issues with jealousy

So easy would it have been to pass
Our sex was basically problem free
You had to see another bowl in your lane
He bowled all strikes like a champion.

Its not my fault that your friend was huge
And his dick stayed hard for so damn long
Blowing thrice playing me an hour non-stop
He made me come so hard I lost my tongue.

If you wanted to see less
You might have checked first
That he didn’t fuck like a God
Nor have a cock from heaven.

You probably didn’t think it through
And told me you wanted me to enjoy
Said you’d get off if the friend made me come
You’d stroke off a load and all would be done.

I said no thanks, I’d feel like a whore
It’s you and not your friend I adore
What if one time just wasn’t enough
Who next would you be having me fuck?

But you begged and pleaded and wanted it so
We’d fuck once, you’d come – end of the show.
You said you could handle seeing us fuck
And not end up hurt or jealous of Chuck.

Chuck was safe and attractive enough
What the hell, what harm could it do
I wanted to please you and bring you to life
So I agreed to do it and be a good wife.

We should have had rules or contingency plans
And learned much more about this friend of yours
Had we only known chuck would bring what he brought
Would have known we would lose to the game that he’s got.

By the look on your face when he started to grow
I knew you hadn’t planned for a donkey show
Did it also surprise you he could last for so long
or that so much cum came out of his dong?

Was it how hard I came or that it didn’t take long
or that I came more than once that bothered you
Maybe my moans turned this engagement so sour
You came right away and we came for an hour?

Did you want me to tell you I was faking it?
You must know I wish you could fuck like him
Why didn’t you say stop if it bothered you
Once he got me off you and I were through.