Gambling was never quite my forte. From quite early on I recognised a particular trend where, as far as wagers were concerned, Lady Luck would offer me a cold shoulder and a warm fart, while beaming gloriously at my opponent. For this reason, I never gamble. At least not with money. I have no intentions of possibly pissing away my hard earned money no matter how much the odds seem stacked in my favour. Several times I have had on my end of the table the odds, the evens, and quite a few fractions, and come out of it all smelling like Lady Luck’s eau de bum.
Though betting with money is a big no-no, I do not mind the occasional loss of face – hell, embarrassment is no stranger to Ms. Roça, betting or no.
For this reason, and, I suspect, for several others, I have entered into the following bet:
Betters: Ms. Roça, Mr. Raj (the guy who fell on my head)
Objective: No masturbation, auto-stimulation, whether it be to orgasm or not, at any time for the next 30 days
Stakes: If Ms. Roça wins – Mr. Raj has to masturbate into a cup, and drink every last drop of his cum. If Mr. Raj wins – Ms. Roça has to masturbate using Mr. Raj’s phallic deodorant bottle to the shorter of her reaching orgasm and 15 minutes.
This bet started a few days ago, and ends on the 19th of February (the day before my ACCA results are published). And as stated by both betting parties, it would be a win-win situation regardless of the outcome, only that one win would be far more enjoyable than the other.
To clarify our present relationship, Raj is a friend of mine, and I prefer that he stays that way. However, I must add that he is currently the closest male friend I have, and have admitted quite openly to myself and to a couple others that if he were more attractive I would have been “all up in that arse” already.
That being said, I can then explain why I want to win this bet:
• What is more alluring than calling Raj a cum-chucker for the rest of his life?
• He says he has an erection that ranges between 8 and 9 inches. I don’t think I can swallow that (and I mean that in all ways possible). I’m gonna need some proof.
• I can watch a dude masturbate and remain friends. And I know this because I have done it already (albeit only via webcam thus far – but I am sure this added dimension – 3rd dimension – will not change much)
• I am afraid of what my masturbating in front of him will do to our relationship – hopefully little, but I don’t want to be naïve
• Obviously, I don’t want to lose in *this* kind of challenge to a guy. My gender is counting on me. Losing this bet would be like an Irishman losing an alcohol-drinking challenge to a Chinese fellah.
In other events, I still never got taken to the strip club by Nar and Rum. Apparently the one we were supposed to slum had gotten raided by the police a couple of weeks ago.
Nar: “We’ll go to the beach instead.”
Not as appealing! But there ain’t much I can do about it.
Speaking of Nar, he lent me some *more* porn tonight when we met in class today. One of the last ones he lent me included a chick squirting from her arse. From her arse. Arse. And as far as I could have ascertained, no camera tricks were involved – a constant shot of whitish cum shooting from her arse after a good ram session with an anal dildo. Man he has some good porn.
Anyways, I gotta go catch another half an hour of people fucking other people and hope my will power will hold me out. I honestly don’t know how I’ll manage – I effectively gave Raj a 6 day head-start since our last pre-bet masturbation session was not exactly around the same time.
"Sex is like a bridge game; if you don't have a good partner, you better have a good hand." - Anonymous
And sometimes, you don't have a partner at all.