Nothin' quite like a cute lil' shit-talker, in my opinion. You may know the type; they flirt aggressive, by talking trash... type who's favorite little saying is "you couldn't handle all this!" I swear, it's like their catch-phrase. They tend to talk up the pussy - how it's out of this world, how they'll put it on you and have you questioning your life decisions, y'know... the typical smoke-blowing tactic. They don't 'spit game', they don't 'tease'... just a cute level of condescending arrogance on their faces and a line about how properly they can, and will, break you off.
See, girls like that are my favorites. Cuz' when
you
break 'em off somethin' serious, they do not quite know how to handle it.
Don't get me wrong, I don't doubt their skills or expertise in some instances; I've read, I've listened, I've spoken. I know all the horror stories - some of these girls have had crucial disappointments. These are the type who spent days or even weeks trying to get one guy into bed, building up the fantasy in their minds, only to receive a 3-pump chump when they finally get his clothes off. They've used some of the basest moves in their repertoire on men who
swore
they could handle it all, only to be left wiping off their faces and disgusted as the big talkin' bastard fell asleep after cumming just once. It's shameful, really.
So when they encounter someone, they talk shit to see how they react. Then if that doesn't scare them away, they figure they're in for more of the usual: clumsy slovenly foreplay, if any; a bit of fumbling about on the mattress with no real sense of skill, through which she'll feel obligated to be a good sport because she gave up her evening for this; then off to the bathroom with a toy to get the job done properly.
A younger me might have talked shit right back, honestly. But now, I simply smirk and nod and roll my eyes with an occasional "uh huh" thrown in for flavor. To put it in the most crass and simple terms available, that shit don't faze me. No matter what I may not particularly like about myself I know one thing with absolute certainty; I am damn good at what I do. And when a girl talks too much shit, well... I cut the brake cables. I make it a mission to pull out every trick in the bag, just for the reaction.
And it is worth the effort every single time.
I love confidence - we all do. But there's something equally appealing about a level of downright
arrogance
. It gives me a target, an unstated goal, a mission. And I'm on it from the word 'go'. Nothing fucks with all that puffed-up ego she may have like making her cum without even undoing my fly. That's why I make eye-contact while tonguing down pussy whenever feasible - I want, I
need
