While going through my folder containing all my unpublished sleazy stories, I stumbled upon a note that reminded me of an incident I found quite peculiar. It is one I have mentioned before. Long story short, I ended up at her place. As we were about to get it on, she insisted on me roughing her up. Yup, she wanted me to beat her up and then fuck her, while continuing to slap and hit her, as that is the kind of fantasy she likes to live out. She had some fresh bruises on her body, which she claimed were from her ex-boyfriend, a guy she claimed to have broken up just a day or two ago.

It’s fine if you’re dumb and horny, as long as you don’t do anything that is colossally stupid. Banging that chick, even without fulfilling her fantasy, would have been bad enough. What would your defense be if she wanted some excitement in her life and decided to talk to the police for fun? How would they determine that her bruises were not from you? Also, that guy is still in the picture. It wasn’t at all implausible that she merely wanted to cheat on him and so that it doesn’t count as cheating she decided to “break up” with him for the weekend.

While that was an extreme case, and a woman I happily did not fuck, there have been other instances where I deliberately did not have sex with a woman because I had a bad hunch. Now, the problem with hunches is that you normally don’t know about the alternative reality you managed to escape from. Still, if something feels off, it’s probably a good idea to back off instead of pulling through. Sometimes, you may only after the fact understand why you were apprehensive about having sex with a particular woman because your hunch is a physical reaction.

Here are a few more of my stories:

1) A girl approached me in a club, asking if I wanted to have a threesome with her and her boyfriend. She was pretty cute. She was also very talkative, so after less than two minutes I knew I wanted to have nothing to do with that. That her boyfriend, whom she brought into the conversation after she thought that I’d like to fuck her, gave me a bad vibe was part of that decision. It seemed that she somehow got him to agree to this, and I could sense how tense he was. It didn’t help that they were living on the outskirts of Berlin and that I was supposed to join them in his car.

2) A very sexually aggressive girl approached me once in a club. The interaction went pretty well. Where things got weird was when she invited me and two of her male friends to join her in the bathroom stall. I had no idea how this would turn out, but I knew that I’d be a lot more vulnerable in that situation than I’d like, so I didn’t bother. My guess was that they wanted to do coke together and then she’d take dicks in turn.

3) I met some chick in a club. She was hot and horny and I could easily have banged her in a bathroom stall. Strangely enough, I thought that the vibe in the venue was off, so I didn’t push through with that. A friend of mine later on told me that this place has recently hired security personnel that checks the bathroom stall as they have had a “problem” with, er, someone from a different culture who didn’t quite seem to buy into the notion that women should decide whom to have sex with. I don’t want to sound too irrational, but in hindsight it does not seem too implausible that this could have, at the very least, led to an uncomfortable situation if some security guard had approached us after walking out of a bathroom stall together.

4) The last example is a lot more subtle. I met this one girl in a low-key club that was more like a bar. She seemed pretty interesting as a person. I was also interested in exploring her in a non-intellectual way. However, I gradually changed my mind as she just told me too much that made me uncomfortable. The first bright red flag was when I noticed that the name tag on her door wasn’t the name she had given me — yes, she was classy enough to introduce herself with her full name to me. She said she lives under a false identity and government protection because an ex-boyfriend threatened to kill her. Let’s not engage too much in victim blaming, but an awful lot has to go wrong to end up with a plausible death threat. She also said a few other things that made me question her judgment, various decisions that seemed a bit bizarre. The end result was that I began feeling quite uneasy in her company.

Those were the clearest examples I could remember. There were other instances where I stopped seeing particular girls because they set off red flags, but those weren’t really hunches I reacted to. On the other hand, in the examples above, I could very well have convinced myself that I’ll just bang them and then I’ll head off, but I preferred not to.

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