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I feel it. It`s happening again…

Still don`t have any tactile proof but all requirements are here.

First to introduce myslef – I am Aqua, an ex notorius troublemaker alibi.

Want to escape from your one and only, every now and then, to get wasted so much you can barely walk, come home at completly unapropriete hour, and still get away with with it?

Then blame it on me!

It`s easy, just say „I was with Aqua“ or „I run into Aqua and you know how she is, she won`t let you go after only one drink…“. There, everything solved. Just like that.

How it works? Simple, get loved, or just liked even, by your friend`s best half, get her/his trust as a decent well-behaved person but who likes to go out much and whenever you feel to break up your daily routine and get a little impish – come home and say you were with me.

Yes, you will make me curse you for a while because I really don`t want to remember all those dates when I was supposed to be partying with you, but I am your favorite and always efficient alibi. Your best half knows you won`t get in any trouble because I like pure clean fun. I will dance, lough, talk and have a drink or two…(or 3, 4, 5…:-p). But that`s it. No funny buisness.

 

No, really, few years back, I was going out much, didn`t have so much responsabilities, and you could meet almost everywhere. In clubs, concerts, bars, somewhere miles from civilisation just walking and admiring the nature, …Well, the last one I still do but partying… Let`s say that now you may see me in a club 3-4 times tops per a year, having a cup of coffee in a nice cozy place and sometimes you may see me on those few interesting exhibitions you may find. Not a perfect alibi maker anymore.

Yes, I was following Lenny Kravitz`s state of mind with that „dancing till dawn“ and I was using it the best way I could. (I was always joking with my One and only that he doesn`t knows how to go out and that I don`t know how to come home when I do). But, like I said, I had it and now I enjoy the calm harmony.

 

But…yesterday I got a message on FB from a friend of me, qouting „We have to talk, in private“. I know that she`s been going out solo for past few months, because her spouse was working, was tired, didn`t feel like partying…. And when I asked her, few days ago, when I can expect the two of them to come and see our new shiny apartment (let me brag a little) she started to shrik in a way letting me know, between the lines, that we shouldn`t contact or see her best half for now. Which is strange because her lovely Mr.D is somehow introvert and the two of us are almost the only people he wants to spend time with. Hm…

 

Me don`t likey. Don`t get me wrong, I am the first who will tap someone`s shoulder for doing something good for him/herself no matter what the rest of the world will think but this.. Looking it from the perspective of these few months, I kinda got a feeling that she has done, or doing, something really wrong. And I won`t surely be a part of that. I like that man, he is a good quality man, which I would reccomend to any woman. He is kind, romantic, strong, funny and she can always count on him. Best example: she knows to get crazy with shopping clothes and the thing makes him smile, just because it makes her happy. Now how often you meet that kind of man?!?!?

 

After all these years, I`ve come to conclusion that we shouldn`t do anything which we can`t tell our best halves. If we can`t, then we know that it will hurt that somebody, which is just wrong. (lying or deceiving is not an option for me, it takes too much energy and I really like to feel free, not tangled in anything). Or even worse, if you can`t tell it to your best half, maybe you are deceiving yourself, spending your time with a person which is clearly not for you. Don`t know which is worse.

 

So, now I am expecting. Will she or will she not ask me to cover her. Me, the troublemaker`s alibi. And I hope that she won`t. I hope that she will come out with the truth.

 

Because I (and everyone else) deserve it, 39.

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Before I start, here`s a short messagge to a guy who loves dogs a little too much: THERE ARE NO DOGS FUCKING HERE. At least not in my posts.

Yes, I love sex and I really love dogs, but this two I don`t „combine“. Get it? Good.

I mean, some of mine ex-s I may classify as animals, but zoophilia is not my thing. (one of my ex-s was lying like a dog, the other one was often playing with his monkey, the third one ate like the pig,…Oh, and another one was so hairy that he looked more like a bear…but still-no sodomy here)

Talking about sexual deviations and the thrill that they bring, we will easly slip into the problem. To cut to the chase, let`s say that people who are in it, have a fear of rejection. Simple as that. They are grown up but their cojones haven`t followed them. Instead, they developed in some other form. Hm.

For example, I know a guy who often fantasies about gang bang. The 1 on 1 action it`s just not enough for him. But he freaks on 4:1 formation. And he just can`t see that, THAT is incredible fear and hate towards women, and so protrutedly supressed homosexuality that is…unbelievable. Which he can`t admit to himself. Not in a million years.

But considering that he lives in a very macho culture, where homosexuality wears a big negative sign, he have „flipped over“ the thing on a way that according to him s more…appropriate.

Because this way, the woman is still a very degraded  and very irrelevant object, while the male sexuality is almighty.

Imagine several naked male bodies, their prides and joys which dangle and only one little woman. Hm… There is something…fishy in the scene. You like women? Really? And again, hm…

Soooo, there is no chance in hell that you enjoy in that nice male bodies which are petting on you? Oh! That`s grues you say? Aha! Right.

Of course you don`t. Everything is alright, baby. Hush.

And then the frog turned into a princ and the dragon….

The resume is: it is nice to be kinky a bit, as long as you don`t exaggerate. When the things become just too weird. Like dogs, sheeps, calamaries… Then it`s time for somebody to shout „hold your horses!“ what is too much is too much.

And to you, dog man, you are a sick puppy!

You`ve found yourself a new man.

You˛re good together, everything goes smothly and you feel fine. But after a certain time you will probably hear this question: how many guys did you had before me?

Hm….. Well, let`s seeee….

If you`re really naive, and crazy about him, and you are convinced that you two shouldn`t have secrets between you, because this is the greatest love story in the history…you will tell him the truth. Aaaaaaaand….. he will flip! Completly! He will fall apart in one million pieces. From that gentle self-confident guy he will transform into a burning jello.

Because THAT was not what he was expecting to hear. In that second, when you say it, through his head will pass a respectable selection of hard porns of you and all your ex-s, how they fuck you hard and you are screaming in indescridable pleasure.

What he really wanted to hear is a pitifully small number, followed by your comment that they weren`t something anyway. And that nobody fucked you like he did. Because he is definitely the best.

The whole drama with sluts and saints is about male insecurity. The „sluts“ have some experience and they surely know if he is good in bed or not. And how much he sucks, if he does. Have in mind that he wants to be great. Always. To every woman.

And don`t even bother, after the confession, to explain that according to you the experience is a good thing.  That you are glad that he also had a number of partners because that makes you sexually compatible. He doesn`t hears you anymore.

The only sounds in his head are your wild moaning provoced by the hyper-potent ex-s, exchanging with the slides of Roman orgies with you as the main star. From His beloved Sweety you have metamorphosed into Somebody else`s Jezebel.

And this, my friends, is the reason for male virgin fascination. They don`t know if he is and how bad he is in the bed. They can`t compare it and he automatically becomes a great lover. Which will overflow his ego like the Mississippi in 1927.

So be smart. When he pops that question, stay cool. Think about it and give an acceptable answer. The one he can swallow, don`t try the „Bur darling, you`re the first“. It ain`t gonna work. Give him the one after which everything will stay fine, like it was before it.

And repeat it to all the guys after him:-)

That is, if you want a long-term relationship.

(after all, you don`t really think that he tells YOU everything, don`t you?)