Worst Mood Killers You've Experienced - Page 3

All I can say is she was originally from Jersey and into Harley's and Native Americans.

I didn't look to get any further info from her after that.

Actually, you'd be surprised at how many gay men don't care for it. I know more givers than takers.

Actually, I thought that was a widely known fact. You know, like joking that a guy is so popular because he's a taker.

I was fucking my ex when she was my gf and as we were making love...out of nowhere she says "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like I'm your little porn star!" and I'm like...wtf is she talking about?? Keep in mind she's never said anything like that before and thinking someone I loved as a slutty cheap porn star sorta made me feel weird. I mean i still finished...but...afterwards I was just like laying there puzzled as shit. She asked if I wanted to go again and I'm like...uh..no, just give me a few minutes to ponder.

This other girl I was ready to have sex with and my soldier is at the gates and she had a pretty tight and small vagina and you know how girls uh..close up when they're nervous..and well yeah. Needless to say, my sense of direction wasn't quite working. I'm like "Uh, you can uh...help out y'know" I guess she was new to the penis or something cuz she just would NOT touch it or anything and now I'm soft. I lay back and I finally get her to play with it and it's like...she's been with 3 guys and she acts like she's never touched one of these before. Anyways, we tried multiple times that night and I swear we were so frustrated. She was frustrated with me because I couldn't keep it up and I was frustrated with her because she didn't do a single thing to help me keep it up. That whole ordeal in itself was a mood killer. Then when we finally get things underway i made the mistake of doing it while spooning her...so tight vagina + legs closed= massively tight which= 3-5 minutes of fun. Now i'm just pissed with myself. I finish her off, of course, I'm a gentleman. Then I realize we didn't use condoms at all and I look at her and I mention this and I ask if she uses birth control. She says no, and looks straight in the eye and tells me "Don't worry about it". Great, I already feel bad from a bi-polar penis which was probably just exhausted from trying so hard, and now I have to worry about knocking a girl up and she's telling me "Don't worry about it". I figured she knew something I didn't...but that's a scary thought and a huge mood killer. The whole night was a mood killer. Its amazing that we had sex again in the morning which ended when she said "okay" through her heavy breathing, after lots of moaing of course, but still...I stop and I'm like..."Okay? You want me to stop?" and I think she nods or says okay again. Someone I tried to ask her about that later and I think she told me it was because she was really tired and plus we both had to shower and get ready for work but we still had a spare hour or so...idk. Anyways, that was a whole combo of mood killers. We broke up that weekend, but it was for a shitload of reasons and this wasn't mentioned as one of them. But who knows. Wait that's actually an embarassing story...why the hell am I posting this shit...oh fine..laugh.

Oh...who can forget those times where you're ready to screw a girl, beat the clock with the condom, and ready for success and at the last minute, "I need to tell you something" "What?" "I'm a virgin" Suddenly, something inside you says "Oh shit" and you go "You didn't tell me this before, because...." and by this time the mood is OVAH, even if you like virgins, the extra conversation alone is like...ehhh..

Yes. Yes I do.

That actually reminds me. One great potential mood killer is the freaky-personality-change. Sometimes it can be kinda sexy when a timid chick becomes an animal in the moment, but other times it can be downright terrifying. For example, I went out with this chick who was like the coolest person you could ever wish to talk to, but the moment the clothes came off she'd start screaming "STAB ME!!!! STAB ME!!!! FUUUUUUUCK!!!!!! STAAAAAAAAB MEEEE!!!!!!!!" That scared the shit out of me.

I was once with this woman and she really got into it. What a turn-off that was!

Some of you people are easily put-off by your puritanical expectations of a woman not enjoying sex.

I have eight kinds of boners now. She single?

...

Yeah dude. She's totally single. We can exchange numbers. This one for the number of the chick who told you to make love to her like an african-american.

That number exchange sounds promising. That "stab me" chick is one lucky lady.

Not so much "found $20 on the sidewalk" lucky as "1200% more likely to be found in a storm drain than she was yesterday" lucky.

I think the point flew over BobClark's head and crashed liked an airplane into his nutsack.

Yeah the stab me girl. It was like that! Its not that it turns you off, its that it's so out of character that you have to step back for a moment and go "wtf". Like the virgin thing, even if you have a virgin fetish, there's that moment where you're a bit surprised and taken aback cuz she led you to believe something different and it pulls you out of it. That's the point. It kills the mood because its a huge fucking distraction. Not saying you won't fuck her later on, just not at that moment, except if she farts on your balls like that one guy's story...that's a bit..much.

On the bright side, apparently it's useful for stopping hiccoughs:

http://chud.com/forums/showthread.php?t=95352

and look at MEDICINE.

Wierd, I thought having the shit scared out of you was the cure for hicups.

scared out, pushed in . . . who's to say?

I guess as long as the ass is involved it doesn't matter.

I say, give it a try. Maybe you can fuck the Jesus out of her.

Mood Killer stories still accepted? I was at this girls house one time our second date, and we had really hit it off, I was positive I was going to get some later. Anyway, I suggest ordering a pizza before we watch a movie. She said to grab the phone book from the bottom drawer and she disappeared into the bathroom. I lift up the phone book and underneath was a pamphlet "living with STD's". I didn't know what to make of it (fight or flight impulse going off) so I hung around. Later as we're eating the pizza I ask her about her day she then mentions having to stop at the pharmacy on the way home and exclaimes "Man do I have a lot of perscriptions!" At that point the romance was dead. I was a true gentleman though. I hung around, watched the movie, pretended to enjoy her company, and then never called her again.

Two experiences come to mind for me.

My first serious boyfriend and i lived with my mother and sister for a while. My bed was old and made lots of noise so the whole house always knew something was going on but my ex and I never moaned or anything (I was young and very concerned about what my mother would think). One night my sister (whose room was next door) had her boyfriend sleeping over. We were in the throws of passion when he gets a serious leg cramp, you know the one where your leg feels like its turning in on itself? Well he screams "aaaaah fuck" at the top of his lungs. All I could hear after that was the two 16 year olds in the next room giggling their asses off. Mood was dead.

The other was with the same guy but new bed so nobody ever knew what was going on. My mother had had a few too many drinks that night and decided to come and have a chat to me. She walked into my room, turned the light on, left the door open, sat on the end of my bed and proceeded to tell me about her evening.

I was of course under my boyfriend with my legs wrapped around his middle about to cum. He gives me the WTF is she doing? look and gets off me. Mother doesn't seem to notice a thing, she actually had to be told to get out.

It was a while before I had sex in my mothers house after that.