tl;dr a plate has been using me as a crash course in carousel riding by ticking items off her bucket list. This is the FR of the latest instance. I'll highlight the TRP lessons throughout.

For context, this is in Italy.

The plate: 23, humanities student. Repressed overachieving studious girl who fooled around a bit with high school losers but stayed a virgin until she decided enough was enough and fucked a random picked up from a club at 22. She essentially conscentiously decided to jump on the carousel, although she doesn't call it that. She makes a Tinder profile, we match, she becomes a plate.

From the moment we first had sex, she has dropped most of the respectable facade and essentially hits me up to fuck; this is always couched in euphemisms and plausible deniability because in this country being a slut is still nominally frowned upon. First lesson: if you package yourself as a fuckboy, women will just go along with the societal programming that says it's ok to be a slut with you.

Initially she just wanted 'experience' (she applies an overachieving studious mentality to sex as well), but after a while she started telling me about all the things she wants to try and her little fantasies, especially in the heat of the moment. She's wanted to try anal (which we are still working on since she tenses up a lot), being blindfolded, tied up, all the basic kinks. The way she talks about it is as if she's ticking off a list of things that she's got to try to be able to say "I lived a little", as if a proper 21st woman must have done all of these things. If you've done your reading, you should recognize the sluttifying effects of modern 'sex positive' feminism, which essentially tells women that they're not fullfilled and liberated unless they've whored it up.

Lately she's broached the subject of wanting to fuck in public. Now gentlemen I'm not a huge fan of it, I think it's way more of a hassle than the thrill is worth, plus the area where I live had an infamous serial killer that targeted couples absconding in the woods for sex; which is a stupid fear to have, especially since the guy hasn't killed in over three decades, but when you spend your childhood with your parents terrorizing you with this shit it does leave some subconscious traces.

But anyway, after telling her no for a while I proposed to her as a 'special treat' to find a quiet place and fuck in my car. Notice this: by first giving her a firm no and then deciding magnanimously to give her a treat, she gets convinced that she really has gotten something special even though I didn't really give her what she asked for.

So we set up a date and hit the road. The moment she's in my car (and this is still in the city) she's unbelievably turned on, biting my earlobe, caressing me over my pants, wanting me to finger her while driving. I oblige her on this, and she moans and contorts as if it's best thing in the world. Now let's be realistic here: being fingered hapzardly is not the best mechanical stimulation a woman can get by a very very large margin, but the mental aspect of the situation was (and almost always is) far far more determinant in how much she enjoys it.

We reach a spot I had previously researched, scout around to make as sure as we can that we're alone, and get down to it. She's so turned on she wants to jump on my dick (the only way for us to fuck in the car was in the back seats with her sitting on me) before I'd even put a condom on (she says she's on the pill and I even believe her, but like hell I'm going to entrust my future to an overexcited college slut). We fix that issue, we fuck, she's basically in her own world (note: women default to selfish if not made to or trained to act otherwise; I let her enjoy this on her terms), rides me to a quick orgasm. Since I've basically had fuck all stimulation (but plenty of fun seeing her in this state), once she recovers I have her blow me, which she does enthusiastically (she has a mentality of wanting to 'pay her dues', which again goes back to her psychology), then I finish fucking her doggy via an open car door (at this point I confess to thinking a little more with my dick than I'd like, and essentially saying 'screw security' in a bid to get my fun out of it). She's not as excited for the second fuck as for the first, the novelty/fantasy factor having worn off, but she dutifully puts in her part (I've trained her that I don't accept her just letting me fuck her, which was admittedly easy given how she tends to think).

On the way home we essentially talk about sex, fantasies, exhibitionism, generally high sexually charged topics. Kiss goodbye, head our separate ways with a clear vibe in the air that she wants more.

Lessons learned:

  • If you present yourself as a fuckboy, modern women will follow along with the herd mentality that says "it's ok to slut it up with this guy, society says so"

  • The same mentality that teaches women the above also tells them they must try everything (or at least the standard "kinks"), otherwise they're not 'complete'. This is an easy way to get women to try non-vanilla stuff, especially if they're younger and less experienced.

  • If she badgers you for something, act like daddy would: tell her no until the moment is right for you to fullfill her wish, then do so on your terms. She'll love you more for it than if you had said yes right away or done exactly as she wanted.

  • Mental/emotional excitement is normally far, far more important for a woman's physical pleasure than whatever you do mechanically during sex. Very subpar fingering can have her moaning if it's happening in the right context with the right person.

  • Don't be dumb and trust her that she's taking the pill. Enough women lie, fuck up or don't know how to use it correctly to put you at risk, and at any rate the pill doesn't help with STDs. Bag it up, no exceptions, you're literally betting your balls and your life on it.

  • The slut mentality mentioned above means a lot of women want to perform in bed (because that's what a cool liberated woman does), which means they'll make at least a nominal effort to reciprocate. If you want them to do that to your satisfaction, though, you'll have to train them to know that's the standard you expect.

  • Finally, I don't know what you drive but fucking in the kind of car that is popular here in Italy is not comfortable for non-manlets. If Americans and/or people with big cars want to chime in on their experience, I'd be mildly curious to know if there's any kind of car that makes it comfortable.