I had sex with a tall girl on Monday, May 22nd. I had taken a half-day off at work. She said she’d be at my house by 3 but she showed up at 4:30. The moment she arrived, the scent of her perfume did a coup d’état and kicked the oxygen out of power. Hmm….that magnolia scent. It still hangs in the air at the time I am writing this article. My windows are all open but it’s refusing to diffuse to the outside world. Koki was her name.
I was swallowed up in an abyss of horniness in an instant. She was more than human to me, She was a Fairy, a Sylph. Alluringly, she would blink her eyes from time to time, allowing her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. My god, her eyes were simply spellbinding. It’s like they kept changing color, or maybe reflecting the colors in the surroundings, Her left eye was a rapturous shade of cerulean blue, much more appealing then my own, and hazel-auburn rondured sphere orbited in her right eye. Each one held a coruscate gleam that enhanced their beauty.It was inevitable and certain that once I looked at her, I couldn’t look away. She kept me still and held my beating heart with one gaze, feeding off of her. She was a succubus, beautiful.
Her seraph’s ears were like still waves. Her skin resembled marble dusted with light specs of gold, covered by a top the shade of a winter sky fading into spring greens and obsidian hair like leaves in the autumn breeze. But by now, I have learned that looks are deceiving.
Yes we had sex but it was awkward sex. – botched sex It was a train wreck. Trust me, I wanted it to better but she didn’t give me room to do my magic. She didn’t provide a serene environment for the sheriff to make accurate shots with his rifles. She was hot body-wise, but she was not warm character-wise. She was upset after I came on the first round. Of course her punani was tighter than pencil pants on a momo but I won’t use that as an excuse. I am not the kind of man who gives excuses when I disappoint. I simply make it up next time – if I am given a second chance. Anyway, as a guy, you can tell that things are messed up when you ejaculate then the woman asks “Did you cum already?” But I am no god. Like 95% of men, my first round doesn’t last that long sometimes. Still, her statement rattled my confidence. No woman has ever complained about my bedroom performance yet this one was implying I wasn’t doing shit.
Despite the disappointment of the first round, I was still eager to impress. For the second round, I spread her long sexy legs wide. Those legs, smooth like ghee, curvy and shapely with no knobby tendons, bulging veins, or creases from barely covered muscles. I held her ankles with my hands and fucked her deep, Her moans were a sweet melody. She called me ‘Sheriff’ when I was fucking her. Can you believe that? “Uhhh sheriff…..Yes sheriff…..That way Sheriff.” No other girl has ever called me ‘Sheriff’ in bed, if my memory is correct. It felt kinda good but that was the only good part.
As soon as the second round was over, she got up and said she wanted to leave. Just like that. There was no explanation. She just wanted to leave. Had I done something wrong? I couldn’t tell. This girl was hot and I would have loved to fuck her for twelve hours straight but she was difficult. “Don’t put chocolate on my skin,” she said when I tried to smear her smooth skin with chocolate and lick it erotically. “You will ruin my make up,” she said when I tried to kiss her on the cheeks and forehead.
To make matters worse, she kept asking hundreds of questions about my life and career. They were judgmental questions by the way, not the kind of questions that make you feel that the girl really wants to know you better. And all that time I was like “What’s this? We were supposed to have fun. This wasn’t supposed to be a grilling session.” But it is what it is. Not all sexual encounters are blissful.
I’m going be honest. I have never been a fan of tall girls, same way tall girls are never fans of guys who are below 6 feet like me. I am not going to stereotype all tall girls but all my encounters with giraffy females have always ended up badly. Furthermore, most tall girls usually have polluted priorities when it comes to choosing men. They always look at a man’s coolness instead of his intellect and his heart. You will rarely find a tall girl who is sapiosexual. They have plenty of attitude too and the sum of all these reasons makes me do my best to avoid them.
Whenever I meet a tall girl I usually don’t feel at ease. I feel like I am Samuel L. Jackson fighting that big gorilla in the movie ‘Kong:Skull Island.’
I just think that short women are more desirable as mates. Note I used the word desirable, and not necessarily “attractive”, which bears an important distinction. Female desirability encompasses more than physical attraction, such as femininity, selflessness, loyalty and temperament. There is evidence that short women are more feminine than tall women because estrogen levels, which inhibit bone growth, are higher in them..
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Looking back on the women in my life, I think there is something to this. The shorter women have been, with few exceptions, more feminine and sweet-natured than the taller women I have dated or slept with. (And also more full of charming neuroses.) The short girls were the ones begging me to return to bed after sex so they could get their cuddle fix, while the tall girls would jump out of bed first after getting their rocks off. Hey, if I have things to do, I don’t mind a girl occupying herself after sex, but in the big picture I greatly prefer — and I suspect most men do too — a woman who acts like a stereotypical woman in and out of the bedroom.
Not that tall women don’t have their advantages. You’ve gotta love those long legs wrapped around you, for one. And if you’re a tall man you don’t have to prop up a tall woman’s behind for easier doggy-style access. Plus, tall women make for more striking arm candy as long as they meet a minimum beauty threshold. But from now on, i’ll pass until maybe one proves me otherwise.
As of now, I don’t see myself hooking up with a tall girl again. My only immediate concern is getting rid of Koki’s strong scent before another girl comes here. I think i’ll need to buy an electric fan. I also need to press delete on all files labelled Koki in my brain. I almost never wrote this but I had to do it. I don’t want to be a biased writer that only writes about his good experiences. Just like every other guy, I have bad days in the ‘office’ too. Or is it bad days in the bedroom?
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