Mostly True Bullshit (semi-autobiographical)

[EddieDavidson]

This was supposed to be a story about real things that happened to me when I was younger. The title was originally a play on something an uncle of mine used to say "I can tell ya mostly true bullshit".

Which is still a lie, when it comes down to it. He was a bullshitter's bullshitter.

I was inspired to take some of my earliest experiences and write them into a story. Over the years, many of those have found their way into my writing. My Aunt Crystal had a double standard for girls over guys when it came to modesty. That's why it speaks so much to me. i love playing around with that.

So much of it played over years, with so many different people that I thought I would merge some characters, and change it a bit to make it not reveal anything that anyone doesn't want out there. I also squandered opportunities when i was younger that would probably make most readers pissed off with the protaganist.

The reasons are wet behind the ears, scared, nervous, no experience, oblivious, take your pick.

I eventually lived my life by one important rule: If a pretty girl in a tank top asks you if you want a ride, it doesn't matter that you don't where she is going. Get the fuck on the back of that ATC,wrap your arms around her and find the fuck out.

I will never forget a hot girl I barely knew coming by standing up denim jean cut offs and white tank top on ATC as it moved slowly past me. "Wanna ride?"

"No, I am good."

"Ya Sure?"

"Yeah."

WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK< DID I SAY? I instantly regretted it and for the next 30+ years adopted a "Take a fucking chance, and find out" policy. I told her that story during a high school reunion and she didn't remember the offer but she said it was something she would have done. "I probably would have taken you to the woods and had my way with you."

She ended up marrying one of my best friends, who sadly passed away and her eldest son is his spitting image. That's a tough thing to be reminded of him everyday in her son's face.

In any case, all these little events played out over years. I started to write it more like a story with flow so that it wasn't long periods of standing there with your dick in your hand and nothing to do, or mundane things between ENF scenarios. I just wasn't happy with the first four chapters I put together.

I don't write the way Bob Ross painted, except that if I make a mistake, I paint over it and start again. So, I'll take it down rather than leave another unfinished doodle. The pacing was off. it felt rushed and I was sticking too many storylines into one day.

The Denise in this story taught me what a "True Submissive" is actually like. I didn't know that at the time. I didn't know why she did whatever she was told. She didn't know why, either. She'd grumble and complain but she'd always do it, even if it meant showing her ass or putting her socks in her mouth. She was a people pleaser and a natural submissive that doesn't feel robbed when she is told what to do. I think shot got a dopamine hit from being directed. She saw being told what to do as love even if it was naughty.

So, *Spoiler* alert, were to write it again and focus on Denise's story, I'd point out that eventually I figured out through trial and error that I could literally have told her to do a half somersault, butt in air and walk her through the yard on the palms of her hands, with her little tits dangling and she would have let me. She'd have probably said it was weird and laughed, but while reluctant, I never saw her say no to anything.

There are many kinds of submissives in the world, but I always think of Denise as the true submissive heart that just likes to please more than tease.
Like Eurthymics song, she likes to be used, not use.

Lilah is one I met in Georgia. Big hair, big bratty attitude. She was taught butts don't get pregnant and to take it up the ass. At the time, I thought I'd get poop on my dick or something and I was totally not interested. She also one day asked me something in the pool when she held me tightly "Have you ever just wanted to be owned by someone? have them tell you what to do, and belong to them?"

It was an offer, not a question and i didn't know that.

So, if I were to write Lilah's story, I'd probably explore "What if". The problem is that someone may not believe a hot girl would say that to a scrawny nerd like me.There is a story behind that, and sometimes I want my protaganist to have try hard (and fail before succeeding) rather than just get the girl because they were right place, right time when she was bored and lonely.

So, how much bullshit and how much truth?

Either way, in it's current format it just wasn't getting it for me (and I assume everyone else), so I am taking it down.

[EddieDavidson]

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[EddieDavidson]

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[student]

This story reminded me of when the streaker craze hit my high school in 1974. I had to dodge a streaker as she ran down the corridor. There was even a group streak past the cafeteria.

[EddieDavidson]

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[EddieDavidson]

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