The story that we report is true and was granted to us by a reader who wants to remain anonymous. It wants to make us reflect on the incredible seductive abilities that these individuals are able to put into practice without any taboos or qualms in order to achieve a goal they aspire to, whatever it is.
One of their most powerful and dangerous weapons is used through their strong and innate sexuality which at first may seem satisfying but which soon turns out to be deleterious creating "always" a sort of addiction that leads to a psychic and physical delusion for those who have the misfortune to come across narcissists men or women who are.
This time the dominant subject is a narcissistic woman and the victim is a victim man.
When it is the man who is involved it is still a taboo because men rarely expose themselves when it is out of shame or pride when they meet a female narcissist.
Here's what happened:
》 Every afternoon at about 14,30 pm, she came to me.
The right time for your cravings:
"After lunch you now know that I go crazy and have another type of appetite, I must have you, I absolutely want you"
he said to me in a joking and malicious way:
Every afternoon, except Saturdays and Sundays because it was the turn of her other lovers, she came to me for two years.
It was her, my jailer, my narcissist.
Nothing was left to chance, perfume for example. .. coincidentally "Narciso" by Rodriguez, a perfume that I will never be able to forget, even this fruit of a maniacal seductive premeditation, told me:
"You don't change the perfumes, would you change your intimate identity?"
The doorbell rang, I opened the door and the usual mix of class and sensuality was in front of me.
Always super well-groomed and never vulgar clothing, long wavy hair, dark brown color with locks in lighter, fluffy areas, with the tuft that from one side of the face fell down leaning on the shoulders and then down until it comes to rest on large breasts in evidence from a different neckline but never excessive.
Breasts held back and barely trapped by red or black silk shirts.
He liked that kind of polka dot or striped pattern, more or less tight shirts that left no room for imagination.
Eyes with a slightly oriental cut and dark hazel pupils capable of giving deep, insistent gazes without batting an eye, peering into you to the soul, hypnotic not only with me but with anyone, they were the most disturbing and enchanting part of her, dangerous eyes, capable of manipulating and giving a sense of lightheadedness.
A body that represented everything that gave meaning to the word "sex", a tight waist on an incredible mandolin shape.
She usually wore tailored trousers that slipped over her inevitable décolleté with high stiletto heels.
After having spent a morning of work in the classrooms of the law and after having carefully managed his "family commitments" he was preparing to collect his well-deserved rewards from me on time for sex, transgression, exhibitionism, perversions.
At that time, hearing the sound of the bell was the signal for the beginning of those increasingly imaginative and forbidden games.
I won't go too far in telling how I really felt about her and that I didn't want to be just a sex toy but that I wanted a lot more until I realized what kind of disturbed personality I was playing with.
Yes I know ... it's strange that a man is writing this but there are also the stories with reversed protagonists, believe me!
This time it was a man's turn to be bitten by a narcissist woman and fall into sadistic and dark mechanisms that have surrounded mine and the stories of those who have had to deal with these highly harmful and destructive figures.
Having sex for her was as fundamental as breathing, doing it her way above all, dominating, deciding, changing and undoing, ordering, was all that her blatant orgasms expressed.
For her, making love had a miserable sense as making love does not include an exchange and a fusion between two protagonists and narcissists actually make love only with themselves and sex with their prey.
For a narcissist there is only the desire for self-satisfaction, to amaze, shock and be admired.
Each time it was like putting on a wonderful and unforgettable show.
I never knew how she managed to have those incredible fantasies, that way of being so active both physically and mentally.
She hated platitudes, sloppiness, distractions in taking care of the details, for her the details were everything.
Seduction became a person and he had a lot of fun knowing he was!
Before she came to me I had been well indoctrinated on how to prepare the various rituals before she arrived.
The rooms of my house all had to have a good scent with various essences, colored candles scattered especially around the bed and soft lights, the lack or the forgetfulness of only one of these preparations meant a cold retreat and which included a punishment made by an absence of at least a week, so it was not worth making a mistake in order not to go through a period of abstinence that had managed to provoke me.
Of course, the choice of places and moments were also fundamental to satisfy his fantasies and mine of course, indispensable above all for his excitement that had to reach the right point that over time I learned to recognize once reached.
The transgression combined with a possible danger made her literally go crazy, like having sex in a public place with the fear of being discovered or like that night when returning from a dinner at a restaurant, on the highway she wanted to do it while driving without absolutely slowing down and asking me to push the car up to 150 km per hour.
The whole scene had to always be perfect and ready for her sexual performances and wildest fantasies born during the previous night.
Each time it was a first meeting, a meeting with a beautiful stranger, a new adventure, I never knew what was to come.
Every afternoon was always an initiation made by the slow discovery of her well-groomed body, a body that she used very well and that was slowly shown by a sensual striptease that led to slowly discovering wonderful, daring, transgressive sexy lingerie sets that she carefully chose.
What about the times that he unexpectedly came to my house without warning and wearing only a trench coat and black stiletto boots, he wore only those ...
The intercourse first meant turning me on in its own way, starting a subtle game of seduction and small tortures made of waits and timid resistances and then amazed me with more or less long games that led each time to be transported in everything that a passionate man she may want deep down, she knew that well, she knew how to treat men and what to get from them since she was a teenager.
He knew very well what the most unspeakable fantasies and desires are for a man.
He knew what a man likes to hear, what perfume to make him smell, what to show about himself and how to show it in the right and eventful moments of the meeting.
The control of the movements of his body was one of his incredible weapons, seeing them in action seemed to be the protagonists of the films that we men like so much to see.
He knew how to use all those techniques in a superlative way in addition to his obsessions with controlling the scene, as a fussy and good director knows how to put into practice when directing his actors.
Control of me was her real pleasure and my pleasure was the yardstick she measured in order to understand and praise her skill, she was the one who granted or did not grant permission to pleasure.
I understand very well the envy of some boy who is reading right now, I would have been too if I hadn't known everything there was besides this part of the story.
Having dealt with a personality capable of making you pay bitterly for all the pleasures that he had granted me leading me to the loss of everything.
Those who know narcissists know very well that everything they do is led to put in place a great and careful work aimed at self-idolatry to feed more and more their immense ego!
His goal was to leave his mark, to sign the canvas on which he had painted his masterpiece:
"You'll never get anyone like me!",
she used to tell me, one day I finally had the courage to answer him:
"I hope so because that's my intention!" 《
Remember that narcissists feed exclusively on the energy of others and as ravenous vampires one of their precious sources comes from sex to deplete the vitality of their prey.
A sexuality that deceives, deceives, kills, based exclusively on provoking control and manipulation.
If you are not afraid of these personalities we can only wish you: good luck!
By Loris Old
