Book Review, What Women Want From Men
I recently read some exerts from a book called, What Women Want From Men. I was just curious to see if it was accurate or not.
For the most part, it contrasted the aspects were “nice boys” or ”betas bois” go wrong, versus what “bad boys”, “fuckboys”, and “alpha males” do right. Here’s a few interesting things it said:
Don’t show good intentions to a woman. Never show her that you want to have a long lasting relationship. The reason why women like bad boys is because they live in the moment and act like they don’t give a shit about where the relationship will lead to. Women find this level of uncertainty, extremely interesting, exciting, and appealing. If you tell her you want to end up marrying her, she’ll only show you her innocent side, especially if she’s a whore. But when you act like a fuckboy, she’ll show you her dark side. The side she’s been hiding, her darkest slutty secrets, giving you a picture of who she truly is at her core.
(Ding, ding, ding) I can really relate to this. When I’ve had guys tell me how much they adore me, want to keep me safe, provide for my future, etc. Blah, blah, blah...yeah, it kinda makes me want to barf. It’s kinda nice to hear, but boring as hell. Even more so when it’s your parents, that he’s trying to impress.
Back in the day, when I started going to football parties, I once had a black alpha male athlete confidently walk up to me, grab me by the waist, and start talking to me as though he knew me. He opened with a few tease lines like, “Is it true what they say about the quiet Asian girls? That deep down, they’re really crazy, once you get to know them?” “Shy girls like you think more about sex than the average person...And the moment you stop being shy, your inner freak comes out.” (Yeah, that is soooo me.) Eventually he said with authority, “Here baby, drink a shot of this. Don’t be scared. Just down it like a good girl.” I didn’t give it a second thought and drank it as fast as I could. He then said, “That’s my good girl. That shit is gonna make you horny in no time.” I’d kinda let what he said, slide and pretended not to hear it. I had a feeling he spiked my drink, but I didn’t want to make a scene in front of him. After all, he was tall, dark, and hot as hell. But mostly because, of all of the girls he could’ve been talking to, he was right there with me, giving some sweet talk that I longed to hear from a guy.
I was consumed by his presence and fascinated by his forward charm. Not to mention, his BODY...It looked like he spent most of his classroom hours in the gym, getting his muscles hard and chiseled. He actually caught me gazing at his chest once...Ok, maybe several times. LOL Then, there were his tattoos...on his arms, chest, neck, head...just about everywhere. There’s just something about a guy who’s willing to ink his entire body, it made him look...DANGEROUS! The kind of guy my parents had warned me about. That was a lot for a shy, nerdy little Asian girl, sporting a pair of thick rimmed glasses to take in all at once. I grew up pretty sheltered and felt rather insecure at these parties. Normally I’d be a wallflower, not the center of anyone’s attention…especially a BAD BOY!
He’d then pull me in close, with one hand around the small of my back and the other on my butt cheek, so I could feel his hard cock pressing against my waist. I’m not gonna lie, that was more than enough to get my panties wet...and wet pussy NEVER lies. LOL Finally he’d say, “Come with me and I’ll show ya something that you’re gonna really like.” Forget about any introductions or even telling me his name, once this bad boy showed me some attention and made his intentions known, I was totally powerless to say “no” to him.
Sure, there was a little aprehension on my part, because whatever he gave me, hadn’t kicked in yet. I never would’ve taken anything like that on my own, but I was dying to find out if he was joking with me or not. Besides, if it was just gonna make me a little horny, how bad could it really be, right? LOL To me, it was his self confidence that was the REAL aphrodisiac.
Still, I wanted to know what he had to show me. My conscious kept saying, “No, no, don’t do it.” But those voices were being drowned out by my curiosity and libido saying, “Go for it!” “He’s HOT, right?!” “He wants you!” “You’ll never get a chance like this again.” “What have you got to lose!?” I had never been so eager with anticipation in my whole life. Even the innocent side of me was dying to find out. (I knew in my mind that there was a 99% chance that this could lead to something sexual, but what if he really wanted my advice on a theoretical physics project? LOL) Whatever it was, it didn’t matter, I was beyond infatuated with him.
If I had girlfriends with me (and that’s a big “if” because I didn’t have many girlfriends), I know they’d be pleading with me not to follow him. They’d be giving me all kinds of excuses like, “He only wants to take advantage of you.” “You’re only gonna be another stain on his jock strap.” “You’re not on birth control.” “He’s manipulating you.” “Don’t fall for him, he’s just going to break your heart.” But I could only hear the flirtatious and seductive words that the bad boy whispered into my ear...Telling me...Urging me...Commanding me...What I should do...What I needed to do...What I wanted to do! There was something in his voice that just hypnotized me into obeying every persuasive word he said...especially those that were enticing me to shed my angelic image. “It’s ok for good girls to be bad sometimes.” But more importantly, he was intent on making me live life on the edge and be impulsive like him, no matter how irrational or risky the situation might be. “Come, follow me and see what happens next. Or you can listen to your lonely friends here and live to regret it.”
As he slowly traced his fingertips along the back of my ear and down to the nape of my neck, I felt an electric surge rippling down my spin, awakening my sexual hunger, lust, and desires. He twirled my hair around his finger and gave it a gentle tug. I didn’t realize it at the time, but he was teasing me with what he was planning for later. (*Wink, wink*) The easy at which he exuded his control over my body was intoxicating. He made me feel so alive and excited by the slightest touch of his hand. He won me over, and no matter how hard my girlfriends tried to reason with me, the race to my panties was done, and it wasn’t even close. I was no longer thinking for myself, I was only thinking about HIM. And as amazing as it may have seemed, I knew absolutely nothing about him!
I had completely tuned out everything my girlfriends had to say to me. He sensed that I was fully submissive to his spell, and slowly backed away from us. I impulsively stepped towards him and reached for his hand, as we slowly walked away from my girlfriends. But before I’d lost sight of them, I gave them one last parting glance over my shoulder, as if to say, “Please don’t stop me. It may not seem like it, but believe me, I know what I’m doing. I trust him. I know what’s about to happen...I want this to happen...But most of all...I want this to happen...WITH HIM.” As I turned away from them, he smiled, put his hand on my butt cheek, and gave me a soft but firm spank. I think it was his way of showing my girlfriends that he was in control and there was nothing they could do to stop him. The race was won and now he owned me.
My heart was pounding with excitement! The second we stepped into his bedroom, my body began to ache for him. His gentle side had made me weak, but his dominant side was making me wet. I was no longer looking for Mr. Right, I JUST WANTED MR. RIGHT NOW! I had an insatiable urge to suck on his cock. Sure enough, the drink was doing its thing and the next thing I knew, I was on my knees giving him a blowjob. I wanted to show him that I wasn’t always a good lill girl...I could be a daddy’s girl and treat him like a king...Or I could be a bad girl and allow him to take advantage of me in any way he pleased, especially if it meant that he’d use me like a fucktoy. I made every effort not to disappoint him.
What followed, was some hard and intense pounding that crushed every last bit of innocence from my soul. He knew exactly how to fuck me! My girlfriends could probably hear him smashing me in his bedroom, dominating me, while I screamed in ecstasy, begging him for more...begging him not to stop...begging him to fuck me harder like a naughty little slut...begging him to make me his fucking whore. He made me say some nasty things, but in reality, he was just releasing what I truly was...a black cock thirsty nympho.
The next morning, even though he wasn’t there laying there beside me...I longed to be with him. I was craving his sexual energy and the thrill of being with someone who I never would’ve imagined connecting with...a bad boy! He ignited my wild side and I didn’t care if that meant I’d be nothing more than just another one-nighter for him. Another notch on his long belt of conquests. Another doe-eyed princess who willingly gave away her innocence to a fuckboy. But at least I can say that I was the only girl who had hot nasty sex with him last night. (*Wink*)
I didn’t care what people thought of me, especially my friends. Some called me a “fallen angel” who made a poor decision in life. Others said that it wasn’t my fault, I was a victim of seduction and social engineering, by someone who was keenly aware of his assertiveness, swag, and spunk. I wasn’t ashamed at myself for what had happened or what I did. Last night was a mind altering experience for me. I embraced my sexuality and fell head over heels for my first bad boy. He removed my deepest inhibitions and allowed my insatiable, raw sexual desires to erupt from my soul, and be on full display for everyone at the party to see and hear. (Yeah, the door was open. What can I say, us shy girls are always the kinkiest!) But you know what’s ironic...I LOVED IT! And if that wasn’t enough of a shock, I also felt deep in my heart, that I was in love with him!
Despite being hung over, my mind was still consumed with thoughts of my bad boy, which only made me crave another dopamine hit from him. My pussy ached from the way he mann handled me and thrusted his cock, but I loved every moment that he was inside of me. I could still smell and taste his sweaty essence and manhood all over my body, the undeniable scent of SEX. Yet, I wore it with pride knowing the constant grinding and pleasure that I had to endure just to get it. In fact, my panties were getting wet again, simply by thinking about it. Then again, it could’ve also been his thick sperm that he pumped deep into of my womb, that was only now starting to dribble out of my pussy.
As I walked out into the sunlight, I knew I needed to make my way to the campus infirmary to get some emergency birth control. My last period was exactly two weeks ago, so I knew that I was at peak fertility for him, but I wasn’t ready to become his baby’s mommy. After all, I was only a sophomore. Still, I felt that I needed to wait a few days before taking the morning-after pills, just so I could take a pregnancy test and see if he really did fertilized me. If the test was positive and I never got to see him again (*sigh*), at least that test stick would be my badge of honor and lifelong souvenir for being fucked and bred by my bad boy daddy...whoever he was.
I just hope my parents don’t find out...
For the most part, it contrasted the aspects were “nice boys” or ”betas bois” go wrong, versus what “bad boys”, “fuckboys”, and “alpha males” do right. Here’s a few interesting things it said:
Don’t show good intentions to a woman. Never show her that you want to have a long lasting relationship. The reason why women like bad boys is because they live in the moment and act like they don’t give a shit about where the relationship will lead to. Women find this level of uncertainty, extremely interesting, exciting, and appealing. If you tell her you want to end up marrying her, she’ll only show you her innocent side, especially if she’s a whore. But when you act like a fuckboy, she’ll show you her dark side. The side she’s been hiding, her darkest slutty secrets, giving you a picture of who she truly is at her core.
(Ding, ding, ding) I can really relate to this. When I’ve had guys tell me how much they adore me, want to keep me safe, provide for my future, etc. Blah, blah, blah...yeah, it kinda makes me want to barf. It’s kinda nice to hear, but boring as hell. Even more so when it’s your parents, that he’s trying to impress.
Back in the day, when I started going to football parties, I once had a black alpha male athlete confidently walk up to me, grab me by the waist, and start talking to me as though he knew me. He opened with a few tease lines like, “Is it true what they say about the quiet Asian girls? That deep down, they’re really crazy, once you get to know them?” “Shy girls like you think more about sex than the average person...And the moment you stop being shy, your inner freak comes out.” (Yeah, that is soooo me.) Eventually he said with authority, “Here baby, drink a shot of this. Don’t be scared. Just down it like a good girl.” I didn’t give it a second thought and drank it as fast as I could. He then said, “That’s my good girl. That shit is gonna make you horny in no time.” I’d kinda let what he said, slide and pretended not to hear it. I had a feeling he spiked my drink, but I didn’t want to make a scene in front of him. After all, he was tall, dark, and hot as hell. But mostly because, of all of the girls he could’ve been talking to, he was right there with me, giving some sweet talk that I longed to hear from a guy.
I was consumed by his presence and fascinated by his forward charm. Not to mention, his BODY...It looked like he spent most of his classroom hours in the gym, getting his muscles hard and chiseled. He actually caught me gazing at his chest once...Ok, maybe several times. LOL Then, there were his tattoos...on his arms, chest, neck, head...just about everywhere. There’s just something about a guy who’s willing to ink his entire body, it made him look...DANGEROUS! The kind of guy my parents had warned me about. That was a lot for a shy, nerdy little Asian girl, sporting a pair of thick rimmed glasses to take in all at once. I grew up pretty sheltered and felt rather insecure at these parties. Normally I’d be a wallflower, not the center of anyone’s attention…especially a BAD BOY!
He’d then pull me in close, with one hand around the small of my back and the other on my butt cheek, so I could feel his hard cock pressing against my waist. I’m not gonna lie, that was more than enough to get my panties wet...and wet pussy NEVER lies. LOL Finally he’d say, “Come with me and I’ll show ya something that you’re gonna really like.” Forget about any introductions or even telling me his name, once this bad boy showed me some attention and made his intentions known, I was totally powerless to say “no” to him.
Sure, there was a little aprehension on my part, because whatever he gave me, hadn’t kicked in yet. I never would’ve taken anything like that on my own, but I was dying to find out if he was joking with me or not. Besides, if it was just gonna make me a little horny, how bad could it really be, right? LOL To me, it was his self confidence that was the REAL aphrodisiac.
Still, I wanted to know what he had to show me. My conscious kept saying, “No, no, don’t do it.” But those voices were being drowned out by my curiosity and libido saying, “Go for it!” “He’s HOT, right?!” “He wants you!” “You’ll never get a chance like this again.” “What have you got to lose!?” I had never been so eager with anticipation in my whole life. Even the innocent side of me was dying to find out. (I knew in my mind that there was a 99% chance that this could lead to something sexual, but what if he really wanted my advice on a theoretical physics project? LOL) Whatever it was, it didn’t matter, I was beyond infatuated with him.
If I had girlfriends with me (and that’s a big “if” because I didn’t have many girlfriends), I know they’d be pleading with me not to follow him. They’d be giving me all kinds of excuses like, “He only wants to take advantage of you.” “You’re only gonna be another stain on his jock strap.” “You’re not on birth control.” “He’s manipulating you.” “Don’t fall for him, he’s just going to break your heart.” But I could only hear the flirtatious and seductive words that the bad boy whispered into my ear...Telling me...Urging me...Commanding me...What I should do...What I needed to do...What I wanted to do! There was something in his voice that just hypnotized me into obeying every persuasive word he said...especially those that were enticing me to shed my angelic image. “It’s ok for good girls to be bad sometimes.” But more importantly, he was intent on making me live life on the edge and be impulsive like him, no matter how irrational or risky the situation might be. “Come, follow me and see what happens next. Or you can listen to your lonely friends here and live to regret it.”
As he slowly traced his fingertips along the back of my ear and down to the nape of my neck, I felt an electric surge rippling down my spin, awakening my sexual hunger, lust, and desires. He twirled my hair around his finger and gave it a gentle tug. I didn’t realize it at the time, but he was teasing me with what he was planning for later. (*Wink, wink*) The easy at which he exuded his control over my body was intoxicating. He made me feel so alive and excited by the slightest touch of his hand. He won me over, and no matter how hard my girlfriends tried to reason with me, the race to my panties was done, and it wasn’t even close. I was no longer thinking for myself, I was only thinking about HIM. And as amazing as it may have seemed, I knew absolutely nothing about him!
I had completely tuned out everything my girlfriends had to say to me. He sensed that I was fully submissive to his spell, and slowly backed away from us. I impulsively stepped towards him and reached for his hand, as we slowly walked away from my girlfriends. But before I’d lost sight of them, I gave them one last parting glance over my shoulder, as if to say, “Please don’t stop me. It may not seem like it, but believe me, I know what I’m doing. I trust him. I know what’s about to happen...I want this to happen...But most of all...I want this to happen...WITH HIM.” As I turned away from them, he smiled, put his hand on my butt cheek, and gave me a soft but firm spank. I think it was his way of showing my girlfriends that he was in control and there was nothing they could do to stop him. The race was won and now he owned me.
My heart was pounding with excitement! The second we stepped into his bedroom, my body began to ache for him. His gentle side had made me weak, but his dominant side was making me wet. I was no longer looking for Mr. Right, I JUST WANTED MR. RIGHT NOW! I had an insatiable urge to suck on his cock. Sure enough, the drink was doing its thing and the next thing I knew, I was on my knees giving him a blowjob. I wanted to show him that I wasn’t always a good lill girl...I could be a daddy’s girl and treat him like a king...Or I could be a bad girl and allow him to take advantage of me in any way he pleased, especially if it meant that he’d use me like a fucktoy. I made every effort not to disappoint him.
What followed, was some hard and intense pounding that crushed every last bit of innocence from my soul. He knew exactly how to fuck me! My girlfriends could probably hear him smashing me in his bedroom, dominating me, while I screamed in ecstasy, begging him for more...begging him not to stop...begging him to fuck me harder like a naughty little slut...begging him to make me his fucking whore. He made me say some nasty things, but in reality, he was just releasing what I truly was...a black cock thirsty nympho.
The next morning, even though he wasn’t there laying there beside me...I longed to be with him. I was craving his sexual energy and the thrill of being with someone who I never would’ve imagined connecting with...a bad boy! He ignited my wild side and I didn’t care if that meant I’d be nothing more than just another one-nighter for him. Another notch on his long belt of conquests. Another doe-eyed princess who willingly gave away her innocence to a fuckboy. But at least I can say that I was the only girl who had hot nasty sex with him last night. (*Wink*)
I didn’t care what people thought of me, especially my friends. Some called me a “fallen angel” who made a poor decision in life. Others said that it wasn’t my fault, I was a victim of seduction and social engineering, by someone who was keenly aware of his assertiveness, swag, and spunk. I wasn’t ashamed at myself for what had happened or what I did. Last night was a mind altering experience for me. I embraced my sexuality and fell head over heels for my first bad boy. He removed my deepest inhibitions and allowed my insatiable, raw sexual desires to erupt from my soul, and be on full display for everyone at the party to see and hear. (Yeah, the door was open. What can I say, us shy girls are always the kinkiest!) But you know what’s ironic...I LOVED IT! And if that wasn’t enough of a shock, I also felt deep in my heart, that I was in love with him!
Despite being hung over, my mind was still consumed with thoughts of my bad boy, which only made me crave another dopamine hit from him. My pussy ached from the way he mann handled me and thrusted his cock, but I loved every moment that he was inside of me. I could still smell and taste his sweaty essence and manhood all over my body, the undeniable scent of SEX. Yet, I wore it with pride knowing the constant grinding and pleasure that I had to endure just to get it. In fact, my panties were getting wet again, simply by thinking about it. Then again, it could’ve also been his thick sperm that he pumped deep into of my womb, that was only now starting to dribble out of my pussy.
As I walked out into the sunlight, I knew I needed to make my way to the campus infirmary to get some emergency birth control. My last period was exactly two weeks ago, so I knew that I was at peak fertility for him, but I wasn’t ready to become his baby’s mommy. After all, I was only a sophomore. Still, I felt that I needed to wait a few days before taking the morning-after pills, just so I could take a pregnancy test and see if he really did fertilized me. If the test was positive and I never got to see him again (*sigh*), at least that test stick would be my badge of honor and lifelong souvenir for being fucked and bred by my bad boy daddy...whoever he was.
I just hope my parents don’t find out...
3 months ago
    Well written piece, for a whore.  ;)Â