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Twists and Turns
Apr. 1st, 2025 06:17 amFlowing from my last post, the next morning I get a voicemail from Duane saying he felt a little hurt.
Dude, I'm a 25 year old professional. You think I can have a long term emotional relationship with a 19 year old boy? This was always about physical needs, and don't act like you didn't get your share of it.
But I don't care to talk about Duane anymore. I care to talk about Kristopher.
He was at the UU church on Sunday. And his "significant other" wasn't with him, which makes you wonder how significant she really is.
Anyway, I wore a skirt that might have been a little too short for church, even a liberal church, and I got a glare or two from some of the other women. But I also sat next to Kristopher in the pew, crossed my legs enough to reveal some thigh, and smiled.
And we struck up a conversation before and after the service. And we exchanged phone numbers. And now we're texting.
Things are falling into place nicely. Of course, it helps I am a witch and have done spells to manifest my intent. Last time I slept with Duane, I used some of the orgasm energy to hope I would get closer to Kristopher.
And obviously it's working.
Dude, I'm a 25 year old professional. You think I can have a long term emotional relationship with a 19 year old boy? This was always about physical needs, and don't act like you didn't get your share of it.
But I don't care to talk about Duane anymore. I care to talk about Kristopher.
He was at the UU church on Sunday. And his "significant other" wasn't with him, which makes you wonder how significant she really is.
Anyway, I wore a skirt that might have been a little too short for church, even a liberal church, and I got a glare or two from some of the other women. But I also sat next to Kristopher in the pew, crossed my legs enough to reveal some thigh, and smiled.
And we struck up a conversation before and after the service. And we exchanged phone numbers. And now we're texting.
Things are falling into place nicely. Of course, it helps I am a witch and have done spells to manifest my intent. Last time I slept with Duane, I used some of the orgasm energy to hope I would get closer to Kristopher.
And obviously it's working.
Women doth protest too much
Mar. 26th, 2025 09:36 am There is a girl at work that reminds me why I don't get along with many women.
Carrie is a little older than me. I have known her for the last two years or so. At least once every six months she enters into a relationship with some man, which she often meets in some scuzzy redneck bar. They hit it off for a while, and Carrie seems happy. Invariably, after a little time, things go south, and Carrie sits in the break room at work choking down tears. She then complains to everyone that "all men are jerks."
It is quite possible that all men are jerks. But that is beside the point. Carrie, you see, targets the worse of them. Carrie sometimes comes in with bruises and welts on the visible part of her body, and once even came in with a black eye.
Carrie likes Bad Boys. Her particular version of the Bad Boy is a drunken redneck loser who likes getting into bar fights, and when bar fights aren't available, those men aren't above beating their girlfriend.
Carrie is one of those women who thinks she can fix bad boys. She targets them, always hoping the next one is THE ONE that she is going to fix and live happily ever after with. Of course, it never happens. More often than not, she gets physically abused in the process. And in her rage and disappointment, she blames all men.
Perhaps not all women are like this, but enough are that I am honestly leery of making friends with new women. I just have no patience for this sort of thing, this need to be abused on some level. And I don't even care if you want to fuck bad boys, but the emotional attachment and the desire to "fix" them is what gets me.
I have no use for it. I have no use for women like that. I have no use for Carrie. She asked me one day if I wanted to have a drink with her and all I could do is look her in the eye and say frankly "no." She seemed hurt and never talked to me again.
For which I am thankful.
Carrie is a little older than me. I have known her for the last two years or so. At least once every six months she enters into a relationship with some man, which she often meets in some scuzzy redneck bar. They hit it off for a while, and Carrie seems happy. Invariably, after a little time, things go south, and Carrie sits in the break room at work choking down tears. She then complains to everyone that "all men are jerks."
It is quite possible that all men are jerks. But that is beside the point. Carrie, you see, targets the worse of them. Carrie sometimes comes in with bruises and welts on the visible part of her body, and once even came in with a black eye.
Carrie likes Bad Boys. Her particular version of the Bad Boy is a drunken redneck loser who likes getting into bar fights, and when bar fights aren't available, those men aren't above beating their girlfriend.
Carrie is one of those women who thinks she can fix bad boys. She targets them, always hoping the next one is THE ONE that she is going to fix and live happily ever after with. Of course, it never happens. More often than not, she gets physically abused in the process. And in her rage and disappointment, she blames all men.
Perhaps not all women are like this, but enough are that I am honestly leery of making friends with new women. I just have no patience for this sort of thing, this need to be abused on some level. And I don't even care if you want to fuck bad boys, but the emotional attachment and the desire to "fix" them is what gets me.
I have no use for it. I have no use for women like that. I have no use for Carrie. She asked me one day if I wanted to have a drink with her and all I could do is look her in the eye and say frankly "no." She seemed hurt and never talked to me again.
For which I am thankful.
My latest prey
Mar. 19th, 2025 09:35 am Every Sunday I go to a local UU church. UU is a politically and theologically liberal Church, composed mostly of financially upward liberals/progressives who like to congratulate themselves on being open-minded. It's the one spot where I as a feminist witch can fit in that isn't specifically pagan. (I have issues with the local pagan group - that is a post for another time).
The man currently in my sights to be next meal is named Kristopher. He is about 6'' and athletically lean. I'd estimate him to be about 30. Judging by the clothes he wears and car he drives, I'd say he is doing well financially. I believe he is some type of accountant. But it doesn't matter. What matters is that he is healthy and exudes a strong, tasty vibe.
What also matters is that I have caught him catching glimpses of me when he thinks I am not looking. Actually, I have caught him staring at several of the more attractive women in the church when he thinks no one is looking. He has an eye for the ladies.
He is nominally taken. He has a girlfriend or fiance who sometimes comes to church with him, sometimes doesn't. She wears a ring. He doesn't. He is guarded and reserved when she is around. When she is not around, he seems outgoing and carefree.
That tells me all I need to know. I am guessing their arrangement is one where two financially upward people meet with the intent of one day settling down, marrying, merging their wealth, and having 2.5 kids and a big house in the suburbs. For whatever reason though, they haven't tied the knot. I'm guessing that reason is because Kristopher likes sticking his penis in as many different women as possible and he doesn't want to give that up.
These types of men are easy to seduce. There is no challenge. Sometimes I like a challenge. But right now, I am hungry and just want to eat. Next Sunday if girlfriend isn't around, I'm going to strike up a conversation with Kristopher. And I'll find someway to give him my number. And so will begin a week or two of flirting over text. And eventually he'll end up in my bed, where I will proceed to drain him for all he is worth. Until I bore of him, or until his stupid girlfriend finds out and forces him to call it off.
The man currently in my sights to be next meal is named Kristopher. He is about 6'' and athletically lean. I'd estimate him to be about 30. Judging by the clothes he wears and car he drives, I'd say he is doing well financially. I believe he is some type of accountant. But it doesn't matter. What matters is that he is healthy and exudes a strong, tasty vibe.
What also matters is that I have caught him catching glimpses of me when he thinks I am not looking. Actually, I have caught him staring at several of the more attractive women in the church when he thinks no one is looking. He has an eye for the ladies.
He is nominally taken. He has a girlfriend or fiance who sometimes comes to church with him, sometimes doesn't. She wears a ring. He doesn't. He is guarded and reserved when she is around. When she is not around, he seems outgoing and carefree.
That tells me all I need to know. I am guessing their arrangement is one where two financially upward people meet with the intent of one day settling down, marrying, merging their wealth, and having 2.5 kids and a big house in the suburbs. For whatever reason though, they haven't tied the knot. I'm guessing that reason is because Kristopher likes sticking his penis in as many different women as possible and he doesn't want to give that up.
These types of men are easy to seduce. There is no challenge. Sometimes I like a challenge. But right now, I am hungry and just want to eat. Next Sunday if girlfriend isn't around, I'm going to strike up a conversation with Kristopher. And I'll find someway to give him my number. And so will begin a week or two of flirting over text. And eventually he'll end up in my bed, where I will proceed to drain him for all he is worth. Until I bore of him, or until his stupid girlfriend finds out and forces him to call it off.
