She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Me neither. That's right up there with pegging...What do you make of this?
First time I've heard a dude into being choked before
It sure is. If he's not being pegged he's on the way to it.Me neither. That's right up there with pegging...
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Whatever floats your boat man but when I think of teeth on d1ck, images of the sandpaper masturbation scene comes into my mind from Human Centipede 2 movie. LOLI don't mind it, if I'm choking her too. Especially with all the allegations flying around these days (not so much in Italy yet fortunately) I feel more comfortable knowing a girl can give as good as she takes and is therefore unlikely to change her mind and decide I was abusing her.
Being bitten I enjoy, had some gnarly tooth marks on my chest a while ago, took a week to clear. Hey, a girl marking herself on you is basically a preselection signifier for the next chick. I don't bite, except her toes. They either love that or get angry, lol.
I don't even mind feeling a girl's teeth on my díck. Quite enjoy it actually.
A man might be ch0cked during sex out of "fairness" figuring it's no big deal. There were dudes who allowed "pegging" in terms of "fairness", even though it was not one of their desires. In the situations I studied, the man allowed his wife to peg him, because she had been allowing him anally.It probably has something to do with the emasculation of men in our current society, honestly at this point every time I think nothing new can surprise me some dipshiit proves me wrong.
Some of the men who watch their wives get fvcked are promiscuous men who fvck other women, so it's only the ball sack less cvcks who are submitted and weak.Never heard of guys being into getting choked but I guess it's similar to guys who are into F3mDom/pegging. I'm guessing these guys like to be dominated kinda like how there are guys that derive sexual gratification from women humiliating them.
For example, guys who are into cucking derive sexual gratification from watching their wives sleep with other men.
There's also a phenomena called FinDom which is Financial Domination. Basically it's when a guy pays a woman to humiliate him because he derives some sort of weird sexual pleasure from it.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.