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Yes I do indulge in Faking. Whenever I do, it often jog my memory about what Elaine said to Jerry, leaving him aghast.
In Seinfield, George was confiding with Jerry about his problems below the "equator" with his girlfriend Karen. George was concerned about Karen faking it.
Elaine then entered the scene, confessed that she used to fake it too, when she was making out with Jerry. Jerry was thunderstruck by her revelation, hoping that Elaine would give him a second chance in bed.
From my personal experience, I would unequivocally attest that many men I had met are synonymous with Jerry. They often have a hubristic belief in their self proclaimed "prowess". My belief is validated by what I read in this forum too. I reckon alpha males are most susceptible to my Trojan Horse strategic pretense, given their overweening character. Their egoistical haughtiness are usually their innate congenital weakness.
Each time, after my "fake" routine, I would ask myself why the heck did I do it? Was it because I didn't want to hurt his feelings? Did I sincerely want him to have a thoroughly euphoric orgasm? Was making out taking too long? Was it not enjoyable for me at that particular moment and hence the need to fake? Or I even wondered, was it because I really love him a lot, so faking was an act of showing my love and "proximity" to him. Or may be I was insecured, and by faking it, he felt supreme and wouldn't stray and would forever be mine.
Now, looking back, none of my above ratiocination makes sense. It's trash! I have come to realise that my orgasm is an almighty weapon. It's my means to the end, to get what I want from him, be it, attention, love, shoulder to cry on, or most importantly, a marriage certificate, that I can nail half of his assets in my control, when things aren't working out.
Faking? I don't think I have any regrets. Neither will I have any contrition, whatsoever.
In Seinfield, George was confiding with Jerry about his problems below the "equator" with his girlfriend Karen. George was concerned about Karen faking it.
Elaine then entered the scene, confessed that she used to fake it too, when she was making out with Jerry. Jerry was thunderstruck by her revelation, hoping that Elaine would give him a second chance in bed.
From my personal experience, I would unequivocally attest that many men I had met are synonymous with Jerry. They often have a hubristic belief in their self proclaimed "prowess". My belief is validated by what I read in this forum too. I reckon alpha males are most susceptible to my Trojan Horse strategic pretense, given their overweening character. Their egoistical haughtiness are usually their innate congenital weakness.
Each time, after my "fake" routine, I would ask myself why the heck did I do it? Was it because I didn't want to hurt his feelings? Did I sincerely want him to have a thoroughly euphoric orgasm? Was making out taking too long? Was it not enjoyable for me at that particular moment and hence the need to fake? Or I even wondered, was it because I really love him a lot, so faking was an act of showing my love and "proximity" to him. Or may be I was insecured, and by faking it, he felt supreme and wouldn't stray and would forever be mine.
Now, looking back, none of my above ratiocination makes sense. It's trash! I have come to realise that my orgasm is an almighty weapon. It's my means to the end, to get what I want from him, be it, attention, love, shoulder to cry on, or most importantly, a marriage certificate, that I can nail half of his assets in my control, when things aren't working out.
Faking? I don't think I have any regrets. Neither will I have any contrition, whatsoever.
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