Offer terrible advice

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path 3 = kink trainer corruption

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Sensing deeper, unspoken insecurities in her, I get a cruel urge to overturn some stones, to dig in the mud, to see what surfaces.

“You don’t seem thrilled about your first taste of online dating. Are you chickening out already?”

“I am just surprised how forward these guys are. Why do they think they can say these things to me without an ounce of shame?”

“People have different expectations these days. Living with a constant stream of free pornography will do that. As crass as these guy come across, they are honestly communicating something. How much porn have you watched, anyway?”

“Ew! None... well, very little. I prefer romance novels, if you must know.”

“That puts you at a big disadvantage. You already know that guys are judging you up and down, but you don’t know even what they are comparing you to. If you sense that you are in the dark, it’s because you are.

Mindy grumbles her discomfort as she grabs her water bottle.

“When these guys look at your profile, what do you think is going through their heads?”

She drunks and shrugs, not wanting to know.

“They are thinking of a hundred pornographic things you’ve even never even heard of—“

“Okay, fine. Now I’m chickening out.”

“Hold on. It’s not as scary as it sounds.”

She looks skeptical, trying to shrink inside herself. I take another approach.

“We talked about the reading glasses and the man bun and perfect teeth... But what do you fantasize about sexually?”

Her lips pinch together tighter than I’ve ever seen before and stays silent.

“What have you always wanted to try?”

I am met with wide, glaring eyes. “We don’t need to talk about that”

“I think we do. I mean, you want an exciting sex life out of this, right?”

“Eh... Of course, but that’s not all I want.”

“When a guy brags about being hung on his profile, do you give him a second look, even if he seemed like an asshole?”

“N-no,” she says unconvincingly as she looks askance. It’s all the more unconvincing remembering the way she smoked my pole.

“Here, I’ll make it easy for you. Ideal cock size.” I put my hands up three feet apart. “This big?”

Mindy’s pinched lips twist into an embarrassed smirk, trying not to react to the idea of a three foot dong.”

“Tell me when to stop,” I say, slowly moving them closer together and staring at her.

Her smirk fades and she starts to squirm, unsure if she should humor me with an answer. Her lips part, pinch closed, part again... “S—stop,” Mindy blurts. Her face instantly goes red.

My hands are easily ten inches apart. I rotate it in the air, then lower the invisible cock to my crotch and draw an invisible line on my thigh where the swinging ten-incher would terminate. “Wow. That’s practically to my knee. That is... really something.”

“I-I meant smaller than that! Really, I’m not... I’ve never...” She covers her mouth with her fingers.

“Don’t feel guilty about your ten inch fantasy cock.”

“It’s not!”

“Some people want a lot bigger than that. Your fantasy cock—“

“Stop calling it that!”

“—doesn’t have to be reasonable. And that’s important to remember, because you need to know the unreasonable expectations men have when they are swiping on you.”

She groans again, looking around the room for an excuse to end the conversation. She sees the bottle in her hand and drinks more water.

“It’s way beyond blowjobs, anal and 69’s these days. It’s about things like CNC, reverse blowbangs and Rule 34.”

Her mouth hangs agape. “Do I want to know what those are?” she asks in a dreadful croak.

“Just a few of a hundred things you should know about.”

Mindy stares into the middle distance, crestfallen.

“Unfortunately for these dudes, I bet none of them can provide your ten inch fantasy cock.”

“Stop it, Warren!”

“But fortunately for you, many of the male fantasies are things that can be taught. I can walk you through the current sexual landscape.”

She blinks, shocked and appalled at the unexpected offer. She scrunches her face in confusion. “How do you mean?”

“Any way you want, really. We can discuss the current lingo... We can fill out a kink list... I can show you recent trends in por—”

“Kink list?”

“Yeah... It’s a standardized form that catalogs all of your preferences regarding sexual acts to negotiate with potential partners.”

“REALLY? And... people share it with each other?”

“Sure! It’s very efficient. Here, let me show you mine.”

Mindy gives me a wary look, shaking her head to say no, but slides next to me to read my phone anyway. She boggles at the categories. “What is this stuff? ‘Pet Play’?”

“Well... that one takes some unpacking. It’s a discussion for another time.”

“Whaaat? Why is ‘****’ on here? And you marked it as ‘like’?” She stares at me in horror.

“Not like that. Roleplay ****. It’s consensual **** or ‘CNC’.” I lower the phone and speak gently. “Imagine you have told someone you are attracted to and trust deeply that the patio door will be unlocked all weekend. You are sipping wine and trying to stay relaxed, acting out a normal evening, anticipating that at any point, this guy might pounce and ravish your body. Adrenaline will kick in as you pretend he is a stranger and try to resist him. How rough or where it ends is negotiated between the attacker and victim.”

Mindy looks baffled. “Have you done that?”

“Mm-hmm.” If you only knew. “Most things that sound bizarre on the surface actually have a logic and beauty to appreciate once introduced in a nonjudgemental way... Almost nothing strikes me as weird anymore. I’ll teach you everything you need to know so you accidentally go on a watersports date without knowing what it means.”

“Sex while jet skiing?”

“Hah! No, not even close... You are not ready for that discussion yet, either.”

“Maybe I’m not ready for any of this.”

I grab my towel and water bottle to wrap up for the day. “Nonsense. I’ll get you up to speed in no time. Personal question. Don’t think about it, just answer honestly. How often do you masturbate?”

“Wha? I can’t...”

“Come on,” I urge. “Daily?”

“No...”

“Every other day?”

“Um... m-maybe.”

“Great. Here is your very first beginner kink lesson: Orgasm Control. Starting now, you are not allowed to orgasm until I tell you to.”

Her stunned lack of objection looks like agreement to me.

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