Clueless Men And Sex – Write Free Project
Wild times with yours truly.
There’s a scene in Clueless that hits a nerve every time. Cher, as player by the delicious Alicia Silverstone, is getting ready for her big date with Christian. She is doing everything she possibly can to make the boy want her, and girl same. Boys are stupid sometimes, even the gay ones. But what gets to me is this bit of life advice she tosses off casually:
“Sometimes you have to show a little skin. This reminds boys of being naked, and then they think of sex. And anything you can do to draw attention to your mouth is good.”
Every man loves a blow job. If he says he doesn’t, he’s lying. Trust and believe that he does.
And it doesn’t matter whose mouth is around his cock.
I usually have a sixth sense about guys. Even with that, I wish I could read their minds sometimes. Then it would be so much easier to know what they were thinking. And what really motivates them. Besides pulling out their dock and begging for a bjer.
At one point I worked with this dude at Target. Every girl and gay wanted him. He was Asset Protection and we put our assets up for his protecting. He was always very open about having a girlfriend but would flirt back, especially with me. One day, he asked me to hang out outside of work.
When I got to his house, he was shirtless in these loose fitting exercise shorts. His bulge greeted me before he did. We went inside and his girl was there. He made us rum and cokes, while we shared retail war stories.
Just as the conversation was flowing like the booze, he stumbled out of the room for more drinks. When he came back in, his short had fallen off and we were given the view of his completely naked body. He complained that he wanted a threeway because his girlfriend wouldn’t blow him and he needed to feel a mouth around him to feel like a man. She turned red with anger.
I was a little turned on.
Thinking she was going to get revenge, she said fine but it had to be with me. He agreed quickly. Soon we were all piled on his bed, but she wasn’t participating in anything. Just watching him and I as we got closer to consummating our friendship.
Eventually she left and he finished. Our flirting at work took on a deeper meaning.
They broke up and slowly our friendship went from flirty fun to hot sex almost daily to nonexistent.
Years later, I ran into her and asked why she had been so upset. Her response blew my mind. It wasn’t that her man was having sex with a guy, she found that hot. It scared her how much she liked it. And how much he seemed to be enjoying it. I confessed that after the breakup he and I slept together multiple times.
She wasn’t surprised. On a few occasions, she had come in and found him watching what could be described as explicit gay porn. He swore he was straight but she had her doubts. Last either of us heard from him, he was in a throuple.
Right now I would love to be in a throuple with Miley Cyrus and Cody Simpson. Underneath Miley’s wild act is a true statement about love and sex. They get conflated more often than not but they are truly separate pieces of our lives.
Miley seems to realize that and has fun. So if I have to marry her to get some Cody Simpson dick, well there are worse things I could do.
“And my buns, they don’t feel nothing like steel!”
Cameo Contreras challenged me to a prompt, this was my answer.