Rough vs Soft. Part 1 – Rough

I want you to choke the shit out of me me“, she said in her squeaky voice. It was weird listening to her talk – she sounded like she was ready to record a voice over for a childrens TV commercial. It was almost like a parody voice from the movies, meant to portray the ditsy, innocent but ultimately adorable girl.

I had to do a double take. That request has never been made to me, much less in such a voice.

“You sure baby?”, I asked her, while maintaining my composure. A million thoughts raced in my head…

“Yeah baby, I want you to pin me down and choke me”.

It was still a new feeling that I was learning to deal with. 50 shades of Grey and its reactions have yet to bring the recognition of violent and rough sex in the mainstream, and I was telling myself that I was over some childhood issues when I really was not.

I saw my father get violent. I saw him lose his temper on many occasions, out of the blue, and I would often catch the blame. I swore as a teenager that I would never be like my father, that I would be a loving, respectful gentleman to every girl that I meet, and I knew that once I grew up, I would be rewarded for those actions.

Years passed and none of the romantic things I was expecting were coming true. My life became an ever increasing series of waking up in a bed with no girl, but plenty of ATM receipts because I was a “respectful gentleman”. I saw the cliche play out in front of me – douchebag gets the girl, girl confides in me for emotional support then spurns my advances, being told I am a “good friend and any girl would be lucky to have me”. We all know the story.

I changed. I read. I learned. I got what some called “Game” and others called “Swagger”. It didn’t happen over night. In fact, it took a lot longer than I care to admit.

The first time I thought I had “mastered game”, a girl arched her back matrix style in order to avoid kissing me, and I learned that the girl I briefly dated and was “so over” just had sex with one of my friends (and, years later, they got married). He asked me beforehand if I was fine with them potentially seeing each other, I thought I was “ready”. I wasn’t. I was devastated. That morning my laptop also broke. That was a fun 24 hours.

The 2nd time – I realized that what I thought of as confidence was simply annoyance.

Milestone after milestone, I changed, and St Patricks Day of 2012 was no different. I thought I had mastered the game. Cocky, confident swagger led to a fantastic night of sex and a promise to see each other in the future. This was almost “textbook”. And then. She said those words.

I want you to choke the shit out of me me

Violence was the one taboo that I have yet to cross. Well, I guess now is as good of a time as ever.

I was fully aroused with a condom on snugly at the base. I was thrusting repeatedly into her perfectly shaved tight little box. Even with my uncertainty over this situation and the feelings that it caused, there was no way I was going to lose my erection.

I put my hand on her neck and tense up my fingers, applying the tiniest bit of pressure.


“Baby I don’t want to hurt you”. I’m 6’2 and around 230 pounds. She was tiny compared to me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you know if you’re hurting me I promise”. Are you sure??

And so I tensed my hands up little by little. No reply from her, I could see the look of blissful pain on her face. So I tensed my fingers more and more.  She began turning red, the effects of the choking showing clearly on her milky white skin. She didn’t tell me to stop. So I didn’t…

Some time later, when we are laying in bed in post coital ecstasy, she leans over to cuddle. “That was incredible” she told me. While we were watching TV (my shows over hers), she ordered delivery, which she paid for. I guess dominance and submission has its perks.

To the surprise of everyone or noone, our relationship did not work out. When we weren’t fucking she became a little mean. She made comments that I knew would escalate into bigger problems eventually if left unchecked, she was obsessed with her career and with “order”. She was not the type of girl I would see myself in an LTR with, so I ended it.

At around the same time I was dating another girl. My roomate, obsessed with the idea of career, maturity and “growing up”, was surprised that I wasn’t singing her praises (she was a doctor) and eagerly jumping at the chance to lock her down. I knew that our relationship was about to enter that phase where you either go your separate ways or begin something long term. I wasn’t really eager.

Then one night, during sex, I began to choke her. Lightly at first, but working my way to about as much as the previous girl. The results were almost terrifying. She was so wet I thought she pissed herself, and I haven’t bought any more food for the rest of that relationship. And this was a “prime” girl, a beautiful girl with a respectable career, she should be “above” this… But noone was above their most basic and dark urges.

The experience with those two girls left me feeling incredibly uneasy. How the hell do these women want to be treated like princesses, or at least with a basic amount of human respect and then be fucked like the lowest of whores. Why, in such a personal, romantic act do they want to be taken to a point that’s close to DEATH. And why do you get rewarded for such acts?

In 2012, Chris Brown gets the girl. In 2012, Chris Brown keeps the girl

The whole course of these relationships was the opposite of how I thought my life was going to be when I was a teenager.

I met these girls at a bar. Tossed a lot of cocky jokes at them. Made fun of them. Didn’t call when I said I would, but texted instead, making sure that each text I sent was shorter than their last and sent out with an interval greater than their last. That’s what passes for personality and humor these days, and I was rewarded for it. But it wasn’t enough, I was seducing them with violence, choking and slapping that I thought would any minute crack their breaking point, but they just asked for more.

What. The. Fuck.

I did not like what I had become.

Continued in Part 2…

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7 Responses to Rough vs Soft. Part 1 – Rough

  1. anon says:

    love it

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  5. Socialkenny says:

    Quick question,when you were inner battling with the thought of getting violent with a chic(during sex),was that during your AFC/Beta days?

    Hard for me to imagine you not wanting to get rough with a chic during sex as an Alpha.

    As far as the choking shit,that just doesn’t appeal to me and I never done it.

    • the violent hookups happened right after St Patricks day this year, and the rough shit has never been my style ever. I grew up in a violent household, so even as I got better at macking girls, I never let the sexual side of me step from aggressiveness to roughness

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