An (inadvertent) bareback fairy tale
I'm shocked at the number of girls that will go bare (most), and that actually prefer it (most). I know it feels better and that there's "just something about cumming in / getting cummed in" that fucking shuts off all the logic circuits in both sexes. God it feels good. God Damned biology.
Even so, I think part of the girl's comfort with it is that they know that even if the unthinkable happens, they still have options. What guys forget when the little head starts thinking is that once the unthinkable happens, they have ZERO options. Once in this situation, men have NO control. You can voice your opinion, but ultimately, society and the law says that she can do whatever she wants from that point forward, and anything you say, think, want DOES NOT MATTER. You will suffer the consequences, but have no say in the outcome.
And I'm not even taking into account STDs. That's a whole other issue.
I won't judge anyone, but for me, I have never let the woman be in charge of the birth control, and I ALWAYS use condoms, correctly, carefully, ALL the time. If she's on the pill: condom. If she has an IUD: condom. Implant? Condom. Depo shot? Condom. Moon in the first quadrant and Aquarius rising? Condom.
So a number of years ago I had a girlfriend (non-pro) who was 20 years younger than me. She was a FWB, nothing more, because she has more than a few daddy issues and is more than a little crazy / borderline. The upside is that she was super intelligent (no common sense though), a LOT of fun to hang out with, and she was beautiful. Eastern European features, thin, tall, leggy with a fantastic ass and GREAT in bed, when she was in a good mood. When she wasn't she could be a major pain in the ass.
One night I was hitting it from behind, enjoying the view of her beautiful butt and my cock sliding in and out of her 25 year old bald pussy, and when all was done I realized the condom had broken and I'd inadvertently finished inside her. Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck. "Hey, I think we're going to need a Plan B. ".
The ***** flat out refused. One lame excuse after another, but the long and short of it was she was psychotic and just wanted the excitement of seeing this play out (see options paragraph above). I'm freaking out, and had many, many sleepless nights. How I held it together enough to even fake it through the workday, I'll never know. I'm keeping it together with her because I know if I flip out and let her know just how PISSED I am at her for not taking a Plan B she'll just shut me out, and then I'll have ZERO information or control. I have to say, my performance should have won me an Oscar, but I was literally fighting for my life.
She kept good track of her schedule, and the date she expected her period came and went. About a week after that (two weeks after the "incident", still no period), she gets a pregnancy test, one of the "early detection kinds. " Tells me it's negative. Sends pics.
I'm reading everything I can on the internet about pregnancy and pregnancy tests, and I know that at this point they're really not that reliable. I'm spending my workday doing statistical math at my desk. What are the chances I'm totally, irrevocably fucked?
Four days later, she comes over. She takes another early detection pregnancy test, in front of me. Negative. Still no period. She's blaming "stress" and is cool as a cucumber. I'm trying to be that way on the outside, but on the inside I'm going insane.
Three or four days after that, still no period, but now we're in the zone of really good reliability on pregnancy tests. We go to Planned Parenthood. They won't let me in the room with her, because men suck. She texts me from inside - "Negative. Nothing to worry about. See? I told you. " I'm relieved, a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. We go back to mine for a bit and hang out (no sex, I'm still shell-shocked) and eventually I take her home.
As I'm drifting off to sleep, my phone dings. Text message. "Kwag, I AM pregnant. They confirmed it at Planned Parenthood. I freaked out in the office and didn't know what to do. ".
Oh. My. Fucking. God. This really hot, really smart, yet somehow really stupid and legitimately psychotic (God, they're good in bed) ***** has barely any income and lives off her parents. When the state inevitably gets involved, they will ensure my financial ruin. Dammit!
I manage to keep it together and talk her into meeting me the next day. Another pregnancy test, in front of me. Positive. Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck.
Long story short, I played the longest, most convincing Hail Mary (Google Tom Leykis Hail Mary) I possibly could, and that, along with $15,000 for a used car negotiated me an abortion she probably actually wanted anyway. Who knows if it was even mine, really? Still, the best money I've spent, EVER.
Needless to say, I don't see her anymore. Also, I've gotten a vasectomy. I'd wanted one, but kept putting it off due to fear and inconvenience. Turns out there's no need to worry about either of those: 15 minutes, no pain, weekend watching sports on TV. Easy breezy.
Again, I won't judge, but learn from me, you bareback fiends. Also, don't stick your dick in crazy, if you can help it.