Thread: The Monster In Me (Orgasmo vs. Rapedoll)

Nah, Im not afraid of you shrinking my underwear and turning it into a banana hammock. Id still make it look good, Ryan replied without skipping a beat. If anything, I think Id be more afraid of your cooking, he teased. I know how all you dirty minded sex predators are. First you invite me over to your place for a nice dinner, then you slip some date rape drugs into my food and the next thing I know, Im waking up in your basement chained to the wall while you tell me to Put the lotion in the basket. Freak. There was a very fine line between being an arrogant douche-bag and being a cocky devil. And Ryan always made it a point to keep things on the 'fun' side of that fine line both for himself as well as for the girl by making sure to add enough humor - whether it was in his demeanor and stance, the tone and inflection of his voice, or the actual words he used. A bemused smile stretched his lips as Ryan listened to Megan jokingly explain how she indeed was high maintenance. Too funny. He was definitely going to have to keep an eye on this one. When she ended by saying how she loved her McDonalds French fries, Ryan leaned over to the side and took a gander down at her slender waist, whereupon his eyes widened with pretend astonishment Yeah, I can tell. Wow, you should really consider cutting out the fatty foods and starting some sort of exercise program. Otherwise, you may never meet or attract any interesting sexy guys, Ryan teased. My name is Ryan, by the way, he added with playful wink. For Ryan, flirting had always been a fun pastime - well, at least his version of it was. If a woman he was flirting with happened to be able to handle his challenging personality as well as have fun with his wide ranging vagary along with him, then so much the better. These were types the of women who ignited his passions and inspired him to ignite theirs. Despite her profuse blushing, it was obvious the exceptionally attractive, blonde sitting across him 'got it' and was fully capable of playing the advanced flirting game and having fun with it. And Ryan loved playing games - not just the kinds of games that involved lying, manipulation or deceit, but also, the kinds of games that sparked attraction, amplified sexual tension, heightened the anticipation and were fun for both those involved. When she gave the waitress her order, Ryan couldnt help but quirk a brow. Not so much at the fact that she had ordered a steak and fries - which for some strange reason, he found incredibly sexy, like when a hot woman smokes a cigar - but rather that she had ordered a glass of milk to go with it. Milk with steak and fries and salad, as opposed to wine or beer? Meh, maybe she just didnt drink alcohol. She seemed really young and Ryan wouldnt have been surprised if she were under the legal drinking age. Steak and fries? Didnt you hear what I just said about cutting out fatty food? Ryan admonished her jokingly with a straight face. He slowly shook his head feigning disappointment and continued somberly, I dont think this relationship is working out. In fact, I think Im going to have to break up with you Mary, was it? I just cant be with someone who just selfishly thinks of herself and not of me. I know youre upset, but trust me, its for the best.