| LR: J The Ripper's "Salo:4 Days of Sodom; Caligula Feasts Again"
(this happened a couple weeks ago within the span of 4 days)
Part 1: LipStick HIV Confession
Part 2: LayDelay's Moment of Truth
Part 3: Making out with RedDress in front of her BF
Part 4: SNL after Vanguard
Part 5: With M&M at DisneyLand
I call your name but you're not there
Was I to blame for being unfair
Oh I can't sleep at night
Since you've been gone
I never weep at night
I can't go on
Well don't you know I can't take it
I don't know who can
I'm not going to make it...
I'm not that kind of man
-John Lennon, 1963
I gotta get tested.
I remember a story (urban legend?) about a vengeful girlfriend who decided to do one of the most hienous things I can recall. After nearly a year of obsessing over her ex-boyfriend, she went on a binge of sleeping with any other man who would have her. This included unprotected sex with random dudes at bars and clubs, and basically anywhere she could find someone.
She decided to get tested, and discovered she had contracted HIV. Upon hearing the news, she went to her ex to cry on his shoulder. While he agreed to meet with her, she couldn't make herself say the words of her recent discovery. Instead she just talked about what a mess she had become after thier breakup, and hinted at a reconsiliation. They had dinner, and caught up, and he confessed he was engaged. He made it clear he loved his bride to be. As they ate, he told her that nothing would happen between them tonite, and that he was in love with his current lover. But after a few more drinks, the fiance was never brought up again...
They went back to his place, and he didnt have a condom. Luckily (at least he thought) she happened to have one in her purse. She had poke holes in in earlier, as she had basically orchastrated this entire setting. He proceeded to put it on, and they had sex throughout the night.
When he woke up, she was gone. His used condom was ripped on the tip, laying across his chest, still soggy and moist.
When he went to the bathroom to wash up (feeling the guilt of cheating on his fiance), what he discovered in the bathroom left him in complete shock...
On the bathroon mirror, scribbled in red lipstick were the words "NOW YOU HAVE AIDS TOO".
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Part 2: LayDelay's Moment of Truth
Lay Delay has been acting weirder than usual. For some reason she wants to start hanging out more, and spending time. She has been inviting me to dinner constantly, though I've declined everytime.
LayDelay Text: Hey you forgot your wife beater at my place...wanna come get it
JTR: Ok, what time?
Lay Delay: 7? Then we get something to eat?
At this point, I have absolutley no intentions of making her my girlfirend or anything more than "Buck Fuddy" status. The things Ive had this girl do for me almost breaks my heart. She has basically made all my perversions come to life, enough so that even "Caligula himself would blush": Credit Morrissey. And it seems like everytime I go over there, i push the envelope with how much I can get away with sexually.
Her territory has been explorered thouroughly, to the point where nothing seems to be off limits. She has been mapped and exploited; my flag deeply inserted into her terra firma; I've depleted her of her natural resources, and she seems to love every minute of it.
I've gotten used to her crying when where done. She hates the fact that I only use her for sex, but yet she still calls/texts me all the time. I know it's abnormal, and I should really just end it with her. Who knows to what level she will take this to if her infatuation becomes an obseesion; if it hasnt already?
As we're about to fuck, I realize I dont have a condom. "It's ok" she mentions, with a smile on her face, as she eagerly tugs my knob with devilsh delight.
Lay Delay: I have a condom right here...
She carefully pulls one out the drawer of her nightstand, and looks me dead in the eye as she puts it on me with no expression now. She climbs atop me, like a young esquestrain claiming her stallion, and begins to milk my dong with her meat flaps. Thats the moment I remember the first story, and whether or not she'd be capable of something like that.
I decide to ask her staright up (while still fucking mind you), my paranoia getting the best of me.
J The Ripper: Are you a vengeful person? Would you ever be vengeful towards me?
LayDelay: We'll find out...
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Part 3: Making out with RedDress in front of her BF
Went to Highland the day after, and was hanging out on the outside patio. I was feeling a bit off...Ive had alot of shit on my mind these days. As some of you know, Im going back to school to get my degree in IT/Networking, my birthday was approaching and I'm seeing wrinkles I didnt have a year ago (age is creeping up on me and Im not sure how to handle it), I keep reavaulating my relationship with M&M, and overall Im in a bit of a slump.
I see a girl wearing a red dress smiling walking towards the inside part of the club. She's at least a 8, and I go in.
J The Ripper: ...and I only have one thing to say to you...
RedDress: Yea, whats that?
J the Ripper: Im a Highlands represenative doing a survey... was your visit here been enjoyable, less than enjoyable, or crappier than usual?
RedDress: (cracking a smile) I just got here with my friend. I dont know yet...
J The Ripper: Well lets help give this night a favorable review...
I take her by the hand and station her near the wall counters they have outside. Cyse and others are watching on, and I feel kinda weird, like I have an audience. But fuck it, I suppose I did the same thing when I was new to this. I start right away with the kino. It was a cold night and she was just wearing the dress and had goosebumps all over. It was easy to comment on her freezing her ass off, so me touching her to give her warmth wasnt too out of the ordinary.
She kept saying her friend was going to come back and that she had to go. I took it as a challenege, and kept raising BT with heavy attraction material (calling her a good girl, she doesnt go out much, needs to be more social).
Next thing i know this "friend" of her's shows up and looms right behind me.
Its a guy!?
But though I can feel his presence, I dont awknoledge him just yet. I keep gaming her, and he wanders off to the other side of the wall counter. As I speak closely into her ear on what I would do to her if given the chance, I start to kiss her, and a tongue down commences. He turns his head to give us privacy, so I assume this must really ju7st be a friend, co-worker or some shit like that. After we kiss, she says she really has to go, but I number close her. As Im inputting her # into my phone, the guy comes back around and I say hello to him. She tell him that Im an old friend, which kinda throws me off, but I dont say anything.
After that set ends, Cyse comes up to me.
Cyse: Dude J, that was messed up man. That was her boyfriend. You just made out with that girl straight up in front of her man. I feel bad for that guy.
Just then I realized how AFC it was of him to watch and then try to ignore that I was gaming his girl and making out with her. He never made a motion to stop me, thus allowing it to continue. Who knows how he justified it in his own mind. AFC's never put themselves out in a position where they invite a challenge...rather, they just watch on passively and blame everyting and anything else for thier situation. Had he come in and told me it was his girl, she at least would have had more respect for him.
But I wonder what would I have done myself in that situation 2 years ago, especially if I thought the guy had more game and could kick my ass...until you've been tested, who's to say how you'd really react to those types of scenerio's?
5 minutes later she was making out with him. If anything, that fucker should thank me for getting her buying temparture up...
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Part 4: SNL after Vanguard
I rode with Cyse, LoA and BlackKnight to Vanguard, and I had a great night.
I see a legit 9 blonde hangin with her girls, and I go in and open thier 3 set. I manage to hook them all by doing the "quality control" line I used at Vanguard. They all say thier expereince has been crappier than average, lol. I focus on my target, and the set turns into a spilt convo. I take Blondie in my arm, and give her a mock tour of the outside portion of the club. She tells her friends that she'll be right back, and her friends wave us off, totally approving.
Im getting better at that.
I walk her around, and make up silly stories about why the club is a historic place.
J the Ripper: Right here in this very spot we're standing on, was were the first wedding in Los Angeles was held. This place used to be a church.
Blondie: No way!! Weeely?
After a few more retarded history lessons about the club and making her suffiently giggly, I bring her back to her friends who give us the decency to some more privacy as they allow us to continue chatting in private. I whisper in her ear that I want to eat her up right here and now, and as our cheeks graze each other, I hold her tight and being to makeout with her.
Her tongue is sweet like Bazooka Joe bubble gum, and her hair smells like basketballs. She must be the athletic type.
My friends come in, her friends rejoin, and in the midst of the social clusterfuck I lose her and I continue to sarge on hoping I run into her again. Fuck, I didnt even # close her.
Next up I see a girl I identify as the "wanderer" of the set. A "Wanderer" is a girl who probably doesnt go out much, doesnt interact with her social gathering, and tends to just "wander" outside the perimeter of her friends, never really in interation with them for too long. I figure these are girls who get draged out to the club who normally would never come otherwise.
Thats my specialty.
J The Ripper: Hello.
Vanguard Vixen: What?
JTR: I was just saying hello. Saw you standing here, and so was I so I thought Id say hello. Kinda weird huh?
VV: LOL, what are you talking about?
JTR: I dont know. Hello.
We both start to laugh and hit it off right away. I do my mock Vanguard tour again with her, and bring her downstairs and we sit down in a reserved booth. I look around to make sure no one is coming (these reserved booths are off limits even if no one is sitting on them). I forget what I say, but I do recall thinking that since she complied all the way through to follow me here, she MUST like me.
I start to kiss her, and my finger eventually finds its way into her.
JTR: Lets get out of here.
I'd only met her 15 minutes ago. This would be my second SNL within the span of 15 minutes from Vanguard.
She seems hesitant, and I assure her you only live once and that it would make for a cool memory.
I have no idea where we'd go. I didnt drive here (I carpooled with Cyse) and I had no money for a hotel. But fuck it, thats never stopped me before. She texts her friends that she wasnt feeling good and was taking off. I get the feeling she didnt want to really be here anyway, and me coming along was a welcome excuse to leave with a bonus.
As we walk out, I see LoA and tell him Im gonna pull and not to worry about me getting home since I had a ride. He laughs since I say that way too loud.
When we get into her Mercedes (she is apparently loaded and has a high position working at the hospital) I tell her Im broke hoping she chimes in she'll pay for a hotel.
No dice.
She asks where I live. I tell her about 40 miles away in Montclair.
No dice.
Fuck.
This is turning out bad. She lets me know going to her place is out of the question.
So we do the next best thing.
We drive behind a Home Depot and get it on on the passenger side.
She drives me to Cyse's afterwards to pick up my car.
I have a smile on the face for days.
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Part 5: With M&M at DisneyLand
"If you're so funny
then why are you on your own tonight?
and if you're so clever
then why are you on your own tonight?
if you're so very entertaining
then why are you on your own tonight?
if you're so very good looking
why do you sleep alone tonight?
I know because tonight is just like any other night
that's why you're on your own tonight...
"I Know It's Over" -SPM
First off thanks to Megatron for hooking up with the Disney tix!
So Ive been debating whether or not to drop out of the club scene for a bit and just try out the relationship deal. Ive known M&M for a year now, and she is the closest thing Ive had to a GF in the nearly 2 years that ive been in the game. I thought I'd take her out and take a close look at what BF/GF life would be like. I wanted to do something fun also, and I hadnt been to Disney in years.
So we spent the day there, and had an awesome time. I rarely go out with her like this, and usually our meet ups are one night hookups (though we have gone to the movies a couple times).
I try to act like the boyfriend, just to get a feel of the expereince, and judge wheter or not its for me.
I do all the gay shit like put my hand in her back pocket, hold her hand as we wait in line, and hold her close as we wander around the park. I kiss her forehead when she says something cute. I feel like Im slipping into AFC mode, and back off a bit.
i day dream about is being together for a long time. She is smart, pretty, and likes to fight back...she can verbally spar with the best of them. This girl is no dummy, and I enjoy being with her.
The fact Im nearly 8 years older than her is an added turn on. She hasnt had too many expereinces, and Im pretty sure I took her V card, though she'd never admit it (and it could be ego on my part to believe that). Seems like all the ingredients are there to a nice, long healty relationship.
I mean, I must like her right? After a year, Im still seeing her and looking forward to every chance we meet...
So why doesnt this feel right? Why does something feel off?
I love my freedom.
Being in the game, we become prone to even the slightest subtlties that would not have been apparent before we discovered the "matrix". After we had a wonderful time (and soaked our asses off in the freezing cold after riding Splash Mountain) we got on the monorail to head back to my car.
While in the monorail, there's a good looking white dude, well built and a face like Christian Bale sitting next to me.
Right away I feel, or sense that M&M is attracted to him. My abundance mentality turns to mush as I become more of a scienetist afraid of what his own experiemnt might reveal...and it all comes crashing down in front of me.
Im in the middle of them, and she begins to comment at how the monorail driver's voice is dry and monotone over the PA, and she mimicks his voice. She plays it up big, and then I realize she isnt just saying these things to conversate with me...she wants the dude next to me to hear. Like to try and impress him with her wit. The dude next to me also starts to make comments, but they never directly speak to each other. I cant help but get the feeling there's a whole other subcommunication going on here.
Then I remember what Ive been through the last 4 days, & the last two years...Ive become a different person, and the way I was feeling at that moment was partly my lack of abundance mentality (which I obviosuly shouldnt have by now) combined with the subcommunication senses Ive learned to pick on...or maybe Im just full of shit, who knows. Either way, I realized that I did get a bit jealous, and the fact that I admitted it to myself was something I probably wouldnt have been able to do before.
I admit Ive been stringing her along with glimpses that I might be available to her as more than just a part time thing. Thats wrong of me, but when Im in the moment and promise her these things, I actually mean them. Its when I wake up, and realize im not there yet....So it's best to leave her be.
J The Ripper Text (the next day): I'm not sure what the next step is.
M&M: Im not sure youre capable of the next step.
And she's right. But when when I am ready, and if she'll still have me, she'll be the first to know.
-J The Ripper
Writer of Trashy Romance Novels For Men.
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