I’m pretty sure I’m completely missing the point, but how on earth did you find yourself in the situation? Like your dick out and blindfolded in a location that virtually anyone can walk into. All of a sudden with little warning you feel something happening down there but you don’t peek or ask what’s up, you just sit there silently and long enough for you to realize you’re getting the best blowjob of your life.
Honestly the more I describe the scenario the more I realize unless it’s a trusted partner, this is not the type of scenario that most women would immediately just start going to town without reason. So if you are strictly looking for a woman, at very least one of sound mind you are probably SOL.
You really need to consider the possibilities when deciding whether to take off the blindfold. I think it’s reasonable to reflect a bit on how you got there to narrow the possibilities down somewhat.
Also, while i dont have a dick the concept can translatez and i do not fear the dark. I will not shy away from the abyss. Its kinda my thing. If i enjoy something, i enjoy it. I may lie to the world, but i will not lie to myself.
Even if it’s, like, a dog, and i have a new problematic fetish.
Hippie philosopher robert anton wilson had this concept, ‘chapel perilous’, where at the limits of knowing you must either accept that you can’t be totally certain about anything, or become an american style conspiracy nut as you retreat into solipsism.
That, but for shittiness instead of truth.
There is a point at which you must either drown yourself in toxic positivity, or accept that everything sucks, at least a little.
This is kind of what I was thinking. In order for a situation like this to ACTUALLY happen, there is a complete, flat 0% chance that an attractive woman will be involved in any part of this unless you’re doing some kind of roleplay thing with your partner in the bedroom. So by default its going to be Bill Cosby’s dog or some shit.
I’m pretty sure I’m completely missing the point, but how on earth did you find yourself in the situation? Like your dick out and blindfolded in a location that virtually anyone can walk into. All of a sudden with little warning you feel something happening down there but you don’t peek or ask what’s up, you just sit there silently and long enough for you to realize you’re getting the best blowjob of your life.
Honestly the more I describe the scenario the more I realize unless it’s a trusted partner, this is not the type of scenario that most women would immediately just start going to town without reason. So if you are strictly looking for a woman, at very least one of sound mind you are probably SOL.
How did Plato trap all those people in his cave?
asking the real questions here
It’s a thought experiment. How the fuck do you find yourself in the trolley problem?
You really need to consider the possibilities when deciding whether to take off the blindfold. I think it’s reasonable to reflect a bit on how you got there to narrow the possibilities down somewhat.
Also, while i dont have a dick the concept can translatez and i do not fear the dark. I will not shy away from the abyss. Its kinda my thing. If i enjoy something, i enjoy it. I may lie to the world, but i will not lie to myself.
Even if it’s, like, a dog, and i have a new problematic fetish.
But what if it’s an old wrinkly man going down like it’s no tomorrow?
Now i know.
Do you understand what my username means?
Nope.
Hippie philosopher robert anton wilson had this concept, ‘chapel perilous’, where at the limits of knowing you must either accept that you can’t be totally certain about anything, or become an american style conspiracy nut as you retreat into solipsism.
That, but for shittiness instead of truth.
There is a point at which you must either drown yourself in toxic positivity, or accept that everything sucks, at least a little.
Well, hopefully you’ll find a wrinkly old man someday to give your tender bits a bit of sucking.
I dunno’, that sounds like moron defeatism to me. There are MANY things I am fully, wholly, and confidantly certain in, in this shitty world.
Right, im explaining (a little of) how they’re missing the point.
I thought Marco Pole-blow was one of those universal games everyone grew up playing.
This is kind of what I was thinking. In order for a situation like this to ACTUALLY happen, there is a complete, flat 0% chance that an attractive woman will be involved in any part of this unless you’re doing some kind of roleplay thing with your partner in the bedroom. So by default its going to be Bill Cosby’s dog or some shit.
what, you guys have never gone to a sex dungeon and slapped on a blindfold and sat in the Free Use chair??
You KNOW that’s still going to be a dog.
Perhaps most women wouldn’t, but Bill Cosby might.