I am a Rebel Just for Kicks!

• by AdventVoice, 7 minutes and 52 seconds ago
• Journals / Personal

Proverbs 23: 6-9 KJSV

Have you ever made a decision with your money that you’ve instantly regretted?

I did. The following discourse is a synopsis of what occurred.

So the other day when I spent $25.00 for a monthly interaction with an online escorting site called, Flirt.com, I was not disturbed during the first ten minutes of using the site. Many of the women are kind and pleasant, even if the Administration refuses to allow paying users to upload images of themselves or exchange email information, website links, or any other means of communication outside of the database. (For the safety of consenting adults from predatorial activity such as fraud.) This fraud of course is not equal to the level of fraud of the online institution encouraging the escort to stress the need of more money to continue any lewd discussions already transpiring. $50.00 more to be exact.

 In short the first ten minutes of use allowed me to realize this site was not for me. Yet because I paid for a month of use and lewd talk, I decided to muster through the lack of any “real,” dirty conversation and the risk of being accused of being a “cat-fish,” myself, though I paid for the service. All because no one could believe I was who I said I was, with no picture.

This was a standard introduction of myself:

Well whenever you are not at work and eating ice cream check out the site and tell me what you think, I hope it makes you climax in your sleep and inspire you to send me pics to illustrate for my comics. I am a starving artist and don't get paid much, so I have to do this 25 dollar lewd talk with you and can't spend no more money. No extra packages or none of that, but if you could get people you know to look into my work, they could buy from me and I will have more money to spend on you..do you want me to spend more money on you? To make you cream all over by big black dick while I suck on your nipples? If so you will have to send as many people you know that site and give me donations, to adventvoice.newgrounds.com/

Most of the time those reading simply respond with: Clicked it but there's only a blank screen. I will try it again later, or they act as if I did not say anything at all with responses like: If i were your genie in a bottle, what would be your wish? imagine i can fulfill one of your sex fantasies...

I am generally equally unresponsive to those that ignore me.

Honestly though, I could get over that, if the escort could, what was hard to deal with was the notion that those women who work the site are not “REAL.”

They were bots, who would only be prompted into conversing for a few minutes and if you did not pay into their sales pitch or add other features of the site, they would no longer talk at all. Bots! Can you imagine, that is what we’ve come to? I was really turned off by the automated feel of the numerous responses to my lewd questions. “What do you look like when you climax?” “Where is your favorite place to have sex, the bed, the couch, the bathtub?” “Do you like to have sex standing up?”

 To be completely ignored or distracted into only discussing the next available payment package and told I would no longer be able to chat, really started to piss me off, especially since I paid for a month of service.

Which is fine because I could always not pay next month and cancel my application ~ Well I am still not sure if I can. I tried to delete my account and the administration never sent me the deactivation codes or what not, needed to say I never made this horrible mistake. Which may mean, after this month ends, I will have to take or threaten legal action just to make sure they don’t charge my account in the future.

All of this over $25.00

You know its really sad that I could not even find pleasure in a site built on the idea of causal lewd conversation. Gone are the days of Myspace, or the Facebook whores and Tender sexting trends that lead to an actual human sliding her tongue into my mouth, after a few hours of getting to know me. I am all for technology and the positives that can be derived in algorithms, weeding out individuals that may not meet my specifications. What I don’t like is the electrical interference between me and the ability to slide a satisfying, three fingers wide, ten inch cervix pleaser, in a willing vessel. I am 6 foot tall, African American, well formed, Red Panax Ginseng Extraction drinking, naturalist. Who does not really like to sleep with a woman taller than 5’7’’. I mean, I have, but when I really want to have fun and ensure I’ll be able to grind deep, hard, and long on the cervix and clitoris of my partner, let her be 5’5’’ with beautiful large breasts and a sweet mouth, long hair and sensitive earlobes. Let her grip my broad shoulders that glisten with the sweat her heat and pounding heart generates from me. Let us fill the room with steam simply from heated passion that lasts from sun down to sun up.

 Oh, how I miss the days when having a woman was as simple as flashing a smile, sending a card that gave the date of the rendezvous and an address she could respond to.

I cast a poll, curious as to how people, women between the ages of 18-71, single or married, especially, desire to spend time with a man and comparably, would they rather do so for free or spend money to do it?

 You’d be surprised at how many would do it for free.

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It is this knowledge that confirms my awareness on how absolutely pointless it is for a man to spend his hard-earned money on women who will not spend theirs in return. Of course my pride would not ask for a dollar from those that can barley keep the lights on; I am not sure if pride is the right word. No, I think, it is merely kindness and a fantasy I have devised on the notion that if I am kind to others they will be kind to me. If I am sensitive to the woman’s needs, she will be equally understanding of my own.

Surround her with roses and the cooling of passions by the pool side or a fountain viewing port in the center of a market square, encase her in love and she will cascade into your arms, in response.