[aka copias-thrall] Advise, pls. How to Fuck Mary Goore:
Step 1: Find him. He’s usually skulking in a dive bar or a local cemetery or just wandering the city streets at some ungodly hour, looking for trouble. He won’t make it easy on you--the chase is half the fun for him, so it must be for you, too, right?
Step 2: Woo him. This part’s cake. For all his nastiness, Mary falls quick and hard for the right person. Sure, if you’re putting out the Signals™, he’ll take you to pound town wherever’s convenient--a public restroom stall, a grave, or an alleyway behind the porno shop. But you’re not looking for a casual lay, not this time. A coy smile, a few flirtatious (or lewd) remarks, some “accidental” touches to his thigh, and a generous flashing of bare skin, and Mary’s tripping over himself after you like a lovesick puppy.
Step 3: Bring him home. The most crucial of steps--convincing Mary to let you take him somewhere for the goods. Impatient thing that he is, he’ll be reluctant; he’d rather just have you right then and there. You’ll have to sweet talk him a little to get him to come when he’s called.
Step 4: Fuck him. Once you’ve got him home and you’re in his lap, leaving bite marks and hickeys on that pretty neck of his, you’re golden. He’ll appreciate you taking control of the situation--he’s so eager to please you--but he can also pin you to the couch and fuck you senseless if that’s what you want.
Step 5: Profit. Once the fucking’s all said and done, he’ll try to leave. It’s what he’s used to, after all. Not often is he asked to stay once he’s nut. So when the sweat’s barely cooled from your skin and sleep is whispering your name, he’ll try to subtly sneak out of your window. Grab him tight. Don’t let him go. Offer to be his big spoon and he’s yours forever.
