In a recent survey of more than 4,000 college students across the country, a sociology professor at Stanford University found that women in college orgasm less than half as often as college males during hook-ups…
The results showed that 44 percent of men had reached orgasm compared to 19 percent of women.
The discussion in the article concludes that college women are not insisting on their partners giving them the sort of foreplay they may need to reach orgasm, as women are socialized to please their partners but not make demands on them.
At the same time, the men come across as insensitive, for not asking what their partner would like them to do, and for not noticing or caring that she hasn’t come.
Catherine Cornwell, a professor in the psychology department, questioned the validity of England’s study.
“Men, according to cultural stereotypes, are supposed to be more interested in sexual satisfaction than women,” she said.
The subjects of the survey may not have been answering England’s survey truthfully and could have been catering to what they thought were socially expected answers, Cornwell said.
Now wait a minute. The guys intentionally gave answers that made them appear to be insensitive louts because they have a reputation to keep up?
For those of you out there reading this: put down the coffee. Swallow whatever is in your mouth before you start listening to this video. And above all, turn your face away from the keyboard.
Yes, these ads revel in glorious creepiness. There’s just something about the joining of social ineptness and classified ads that causes an author to be amazingly oblivious to what people might think.
I love how they rated various aspects of these ads, then came up with a probability that the poster was going to get laid.
But getting back to how people see things…
There’s a guy who calls me when he’s had a couple of bottles of bubbly, once or twice a year. We talk at length, of course mostly about him. That’s a good thing, because the last call lasted 7 hours, and at the end of it I was totally fried. There is no way I could ever talk that long about myself. Bleh.
But anyway, he has this story he tells of how he posted an ad on Craigslist looking for… Y’know, I’m not sure now what he thought he was looking for, but my feeling is that it was an eligible female, even though he considers himself to be of the ts-loving gender persuasion.
Of course, he’s not GAY. He placed an ad on Craisglist with a photo of his car and another of his naked body from the waist down. But no, he’s not GAY.
oh - my bad- YOU would be wearing the hose.. so sexy.. I’m obsessed and nothing turns me on more.. let me know!
The deal is that calls bill by the minute, while erotic writing bills by the hour at a significantly lower rate. So I don’t have very much incentive to spend 2 or 3 hours writing a story that I’m going to give to somebody as a free incentive to make what may be a 5 minute call - if it pans out at all. I did think that the sensible thing to do is write the story and make it available for sale on my stories page to whichever of my pantyhose boys may be interested.
Looking for a special story? Give me an email and I’ll see what I can do for you.
A very bad boy came into my office today. He had a history, you see. A while back he’d been caught sucking cock repeatedly, and finally he’d been sent to the horse farm where there were no males, only cruel dommes. But somehow he’d managed to get caught…
Had to interrupt the story at this point, since such things can’t happen in the realm of Niteflirt. But it turns out it was time to make a change in the educational trajectory of this bad boy. We transferred him into the cocksucking track. From now on he would be taking instruction from myself and the (very male) sports coaches on the proper way to suck cock and please the male of his Mistress’s choice.
Off he went to the school tattoo office, where his lower back was tattooed with “faggot ass” and an arrow pointing toward—what else, but his faggot man-pussy. I ended up screaming “FAGGOT! FAGGOT” at him, to his satisfaction and gratification.
Are you a loser who needs to be reminded of that fact repeatedly, loudly? Are you in for a treat! Call me and tell me just what a pathetic mess you are, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.
So the guy who posted this hasn’t been getting out enough. If I’ve heard of some of these, they’re not really obscure. But some of them I haven’t heard of, and it’s an amusing list. Learn something new every day, eh?
The caller was looking for a fantasy, not reality. He didn’t want a Mistress to tell him what to do to himself. He wanted to play out a fantasy.
He described himself in detail. I like guys who can get descriptive. It makes for a more elaborate fantasy when two people are conjuring it up together. Well, that cute British accent didn’t hurt.
He was not into pain, necessarily, but he was into caning. Forced bi. Cbt and castration, but he wasn’t one of those “ball-removal” guys who is fantasizing about being made into a girl. He was looking to get his balls completely crushed in the fantasy.
Hmm, a student gets called into the Principal’s office. He is told his crime—staring at the cleavage of the girl in the next seat—and made to strip naked, standing against the wall. He gets stripes on his ass, and is told to sit in a chair, where he is fastened in place. The seat of the chair opens, and his nutsack gets nailed to the backboard. After teasing him and telling him that the determination had been made that we would have to eliminate his balls to get him to focus on his education, I put some pressure on those balls, using my shoe.
In comes the gym teacher, who is planning on making our hapless student his bitch boy. He whips out his huge black cock and, between the two of us we make sure that the experience is satisfying—for the gym teacher, anyway. Then I put the spike heel of my shoe on his balls and slowly crush them until they are destroyed.
We unshackle him—he can hardly move now—bend him over my desk and rape his ass, while waiting for the nurse to come to bandage him up and the custodian to clean up the mess. What fun!
Yes, these ads revel in glorious creepiness. There’s just something about the joining of social ineptness and classified ads that causes an author to be amazingly oblivious to what people might think. 
I have a new story just for you! 
So the guy who posted this hasn’t been getting out enough. If I’ve heard of some of these, they’re not really obscure. But some of them I haven’t heard of, and it’s an amusing list. Learn something new every day, eh?
The caller was looking for a fantasy, not reality. He didn’t want a Mistress to tell him what to do to himself. He wanted to play out a fantasy.