Orochinagi: The King of Fighters

I have to say, this kind of girl is a whole lot of fun, unless you fall in love with her, which might have happened if I had stayed with her longer- but unfortunately I got drunk and… well that’s another story. This story is about how messed up that girl was and how much fun it was for me: she was 19, just starting out her career, already desperate to move out. I had been chatting a while with her on myspace very casually until I suggested joining me for a trip to a gallery. Ahem. As we left, I put my arm around her shoulder firmly and asked if she had liked the trip. She didn’t even flinch and warmly responded (she told me later that the gesture had impressed her- she liked strong men). Ahem. I took her to a bar.  Hey is this really an appropriate post for this blog? Maybe I should stop now. Yes, instead I’ll go on to mention how her parents disapproved of her relationship – I was a good few years older than her – and her resentment towards them only played in my favour. God, this is sounding a bit sordid, isn’t it? Anyway the point was that when I was about to er… consumate the relationship, I couldn’t help but… er… let’s just say I quickly realised what I was doing and went to get some protection. She pulled me back and told me “I like it like that”.  Woah.  The Outlook alarm jingled in my head.  Unfortunately, I was never really good at paying heed to Microsoft warnings.

The sex was a porn dream come true.  She liked being dominated, pulled, squuezed, talked down and dirty to, plus… she was loving it.  Gazing over the nude pictures she sent to me, which she had actually taken for her ex-boyfriend, I was wondering how this was going to end.  I decided to see how far I could push it.

We saw the movie Sympathy for Lady Vengeance. Good movie, but one scene struck me: during dinner, the husband simply gets up, walks behind his wife, yanks her hair back and starts… well you know.  I really don’t know what happened to dessert.  But anyway, the next date we met, I was cooking chez moi.  I stared at her from across the table with a mean look in my eye.

“You know what I’m going to do to you, don’t you.”

“Yes”

She hadn’t been abroad, ever, which actually shocked me more than the various sexual acts that had been performed, so I booked a trip to Paris for us both.  Unfortunately, with only a few days to go, I got drunk at a friend’s house with her sister and well… she was rather hot.  These were the days of my life, you have to understand, I had been hurt in a previous long term relationship, and had vowed to shut off my heart and simply work the nether regions until I was satisfied.  They certainly got worked that night, and most of her room got trashed- it was like that scene from The Tall Guy… without the milk carton.

The next day I found myself with a moral dilemma, as I had yet to actually cheat on someone.  My mate talked me out of it, which I kind of regret, but then again, I realised I had no feelings for either girl so it didn’t matter anyway.  I called her up, confessed, called it off, and cancelled our trip.  I note she did admit that the whole thing wasn’t healthy for her and that in fact she was seeing somebody to try and deal with her self damaging er… habits.  That’s definitely a good thing for her and probably good for my sanity.  Shame for her next boyfriend though.