Post: #1

It’s inevitable. If you are a player, from time to time you will end up sticking your dick in the crazy. It happened to me again the other night. I met an online girl at a bar; decent looking, sexy, rather intense personality. As she matched me beer for beer, I learned a few things about her- she actually makes a good living in one of the arts, she’s going through a divorce, and she has fresh charges of domestic violence pending against her. Apparently she went mano a mano against her husband and his new girlfriend. And she’s estranged from her two minor children. And she drinks a lot.

Obviously, the double red flags were flying high. So, as usual, I ignored my rational mind and we went back to her very nice house and banged for hours. And, as usual, it was fantastic- she was a wildcat. Voracious, pounding sex in one position after another. And the blowjobs….what is it about crazy chicks? Every one I’ve been with absolutely loves sucking dick and is superbly skilled at it.

So you can probably guess what’s happening now. She’s texting me a dozen times a day. She’s assuming we’re a couple. Doesn’t want me seeing other women. Telling me she wants to do filthy things to me. Offered to let me drive her very cool vehicle even though mine is perfectly serviceable. Keeps saying she’s worried about me. Wanted me to come over the next night. I am going over tomorrow night-she’s cooking me dinner to my specifications.

Why are crazy chicks such great lays? I suppose it’s a combination of several things. They are uninhibited for one; at least when in bed they have little self -consciousness and act on momentary impulse. Add to that their intensity- they operate on a higher, more wound up emotional level making them not only energetic but aggressive during sex. Plus, they seem to use sex as an emotional release valve. Perhaps it gives them a short relief from the snakes that constantly live in their head.

I admit I find crazy chicks almost irresistible, at least for a little while. It’s not just the great sex, it’s the excitement and danger. You never know when that bomb you’re having fun playing with is going to go off in your face. It’s sexy and alluring and adds an edge to your life. Even though you’re perfectly aware of the risk you’re taking, you can’t help but see her again and again, until it just becomes too much to tolerate.

Do you guys have any thoughts on crazy chicks? Any stories? (I’m sure…). Any techniques for handling them? What I’m not asking for though, is warnings-I think we all know they are better avoided by the prudent man- but if you like crazy chicks you are not a prudent man.

Post: #2

All I know is every single time I stick my dick in crazy something bad happens to me...

Post: #3

I had a chick that pulled these line on me...

Post bang while she's getting dressed..she wanted to know if she was my girlfriend..
"I swallowed you.."

I had only been banging her for about 3 days..

Post: #4

One word, one letter:

Cluster B

http://theprivateman.wordpress.com/2012/...g-for-men/

Post: #5

A Malaysian girl tried to stab me with a broken piece of mirror glass. I had to knock her to the floor to save myself from getting stabbed and bleeding to death on a small island.

Post: #6

Never give them your real name. Use Google Voice and give them a spare number. If they are crazy, disappear. Go Jason Bourne on that shit.

Post: #7

If you ask me every latina is crazy, when she is "in love". The most irrational women ever!! but you gotta love them.

Post: #8

This is my main experience with dem crazy girls.

I also have a couple self-harmers in my "social circle" as you'd call it, one of whom is mixed-state bipolar plus another girl who is (major or dysthymic, so no mood swings) depressive. The bipolar one is a pain in the ass drama queen like you would not believe. At her friends 18th she pretended to be suffering from sharp stomach pains so the ambulance came to take her to hospital, quite sure it was a ploy to get some attention and affection from one of my bestfriends who she's been in love with for years. Same girl also accused me of making the voices in her head louder somehow, which is complete bullshit because I know 100% from a professional source that she isn't hearing voices in her head, she makes it up. The other self-harmer from time to time cuts on her forearm and sleeps face forward in class on their arms so everybody can see the cuts, although their main method is usually burning themselves. The depressive however isn't so much attention seeking, but is constantly whining and bitching on and on about how awful life is.

One thread I've noticed with all the crazy girls I've known (besides the sluttyness already mentioned in above posts) is that all of them were really lazy with their schoolwork, very little effort and not much in the way of ambition.

Post: #9

Well at least let her cook you dinner and bang her a few more times before you give her the flick.

Post: #10

I could write a book on this.

One girl freaked out when I tried to leave and ran out in her panties and sat in front of my truck in the rain protesting. Then she ran back into the house and tried to OD on pain pills. It did make for some great sex later.

Another was driving me around in a Honda Del Sol and almost hit an overpass while fucking with the radio. I had to grab the wheel and went into a 360 gained control, and she hit the brakes and spun out again. I almost died that day.

It gets better.

Post: #11

(09-17-2012 11:55 AM)Aliblahba Wrote:  I could write a book on this.

Me too. If I were to respond to this thread, it would basically be writing my memoirs.

But, yes, the crazy ones are the absolute best in bed. It's like the best musicians and artists all having mental issues. They pour all their crazy emotion into their craft.

Post: #12

Maybe it's a little bit pathetic for me to admit this, but the absolute best sex I've ever had has been with a woman who's been an on-again-off-again friend-with-benefits for years, who's literally psychotic--specifically, paranoid schizophrenic. She wasn't like that when I first knew her--she was just flaky and New Agey and "spiritual" then--but a couple of years later she went over the edge into paranoid schizophrenia. (A term you should look up if you're not familiar with its medical meaning; note in particular that it has nothing to do with multiple personalities.) It was fascinating to see how her personality traits when she became insane were fundamentally the same as the ones she'd had when she was sane: they just became intensified.

During sex, she's completely in the moment: no worries, no hangups, no agenda--she's just fully caught up in the physical act we're engaged in. Although some guys might rate her face and body only a 5 or 6, there's something about her appearance that's hugely appealing to me, to the point that I've fapped to the thought of her hundreds of times when I haven't been with her. She has a lovely voice, and a beautifully ladylike manner that's about as far removed as you can get from the current typical American woman. An additional small benefit of her removal from the normal world is that she usually leaves her underarm hair grown out, which I find incredibly sexy. (I know a lot of you don't appreciate that, but sorry, that's the way I feel.)

One great thing about being with her is that I've never felt the slightest guilt about not girlfriending her or wifeing her, because you can't let your life get seriously intertwined with someone with her challenges and peculiarities, and there's no way she has any business reproducing or bringing up children. She claims that a number of years ago I accidentally got her pregnant and she had an abortion; and whether or not that story is true (I have serious doubts that it is true), her insistence on the story, combined with various other things she's said, leave me about 99.9% confident that if I ever were to get her pregnant she'd have it terminated; therefore I feel safe rawdogging her and coming inside her, using spermicide and avoidance of her peak fertility time as our only birth control. I know it's living a little bit dangerously, but the sex is so great I can't imagine it any other way. It's also liberating to think that if I were to ever pick up some sort of STI and accidentally give it to her, I wouldn't feel much guilt about it, since it's not as if she has any significant reproductive potential or career potential to be harmed, and the various forms of help I've already given her in her life more than outweigh any possible inconveniences that an STI might cause her.

Occasionally I've contemplated a concern that some of you may be thinking about, namely, what if she were to go crazy in the middle of the night and attack me with a knife or something like that? All I can say is, I haven't seen any signs yet that that's a possibility. I suppose the slight chance of something like that happening is a reason to not let this on-and-off relationship continue forever, but right now I can envision taking my chances at least once or twice more.

Post: #13

my view on these crazy chicks is that their hypergamous instinct for alpha guys is mega turbocharged.

they always seem to find the ultimate bad boy alpha types and fuck them instantly while maintaining an army of beta orbiters to clean up the emotional mess afterward

Post: #14

(09-18-2012 09:28 PM)gds555 Wrote:  Maybe it's a little bit pathetic for me to admit this,

What's pathetic is busybodies who think their opinion on your sex life is relevant.

I had a girl that was semi-schizophrenic 7.5 once, 5'8", natural blond, perfect slender body with small boobs like I prefer, it was more like she suffered from hallucinations because her overall thinking patterns weren't bizarre and/or disorganized.

I agree, some of the best sex ever, every command was obeyed instantly and I could even tell her I was taking the night off to go out with the sorority 8.5 type chick I was hotter for.

This was before cells, and I lost her number and couldn't find her place again!

Stupid stupid stupid to grant any priority to the snooty 8.5, she blew me off while the crazy 7.5 was calling me "lord and master" while I ass-fucked her-- whenever I wanted.

Post: #15

dupe

Post: #16

(09-09-2012 05:52 PM)MrXY Wrote:  And the blowjobs….what is it about crazy chicks? Every one I’ve been with absolutely loves sucking dick and is superbly skilled at it.

yes

Pornstar blowers=crazy broad

I'll deal with the crazy for a while just for the epic pole smoking.

Post: #17

(09-19-2012 07:24 PM)EasyMoney Wrote:  [M]y view on these crazy chicks is that their hypergamous instinct for alpha guys is mega[-]turbocharged.

[T]hey always seem to find the ultimate bad boy alpha types and fuck them instantly while maintaining an army of beta orbiters to clean up the emotional mess afterward[.]

One of the many ways my paranoid-schizophrenic on-again-off-again friend-with-benefits has gotten by over the years is by using Internet personal ads (mostly craigslist) to find beta guys who'll take her into their apartments, give her money and gifts and assistance of various kinds, and in at least some cases not fuck her. The guys who don't have sex with her just enjoy having her around--and I do have to admit that it can be pleasant just having someone of her attractiveness and femininity around, at least until she starts talking her crazy ramblings. I'm far from being an "ultimate bad boy alpha type", but at least I'd never do what those betas do. I don't take her into my own place, by the way, or even allow her in for visits, because she's too liable to do something irresponsible like throw things of mine away without permission. A lot of my sex with her has been in motel rooms.

I've sometimes felt a little guilty banging her when I knew that some pathetic beta guy was partially supporting her for precious little reward; but hey, if someone is going to be that foolish, what can I do about it?

Post: #18

I dated a crazy bitch that would get drunk and shoot holes in the house. Once when I tried to leave she stormed outta the house with a butcher knife and tried to cut my tires while I was driving away.

Post: #19

Oh shit! You want to get he-who-writes-books-for-posts started.

This forum is debasing my time management skills.

My head spins as I ponder where to dig in.

Gotta be about Marla.

At that time 22 year old part Cheroke and part Danish and part fucking nuts… Strung out of coke lingere/bathing suit model circ 1982 Newport Beach. Pure unadulterated lunacy.

She was a process server for a day job. You know the people that deliver summons to defendants being sued… She was the number one cuz she talked shit to every guard stationed at evey gateway to gated communities from Huntington To Laguna Beach and inland to Santa Ana.

I sat with her at a South Coast Plaza restaurant and this guy stands up at a table with six guys and shouts out "Marla! Marla!" Don't you remember me? I am the cop that pulled you over the other day!"

WTF!

Certified borderline personality disorder. Probably blew him in the car to get out of the ticket…

Here is only one near fatal episode:

> Pull her at this Dan Point bar. Bang her sideways all night in her shack of an apartment above a garage on 32nd street Newport Beach two blocks from the ocean. Placed smelled like cat piss from what she alleged to be her ex boyfriends cats. That should have been my first clue.

I moved in that week… fuck…

I had never done coke until I met the bitch… hated it then, hate it now.

But I thought by indulging I could understand her. Mr. Sensitive eh? What a jackass I was (maybe still am).

Cut to the chase –

Knock on the door,

She answers (it was her pad anyways).

I hear her go outside. Now arguing.

Bide my time watch TV in bed after a long sexual performance. I think I was watching Seinfeld one early evening.

Door slams. Oh well what the fuck I am new here could be anything.

Knock on the door (louder).

Door opens and I hear I guy speaking loudly.

Arguing ensues. I get it now, it’s the ex.

Door slams and she comes back,,,

"Hey Marla what's going on?"

"Its my ex-boyfreind Riley."

At this time in my life, I was one ultra serious motherfucker. I had enemies and I slept with a Match Cup Colt 45 semi auto.

Instinctively I chambered a round and left it at that.

Seinfeld ends with a knock on the door.

"You want me to take care of it?"

"No he'll go away." What a charade.

Now he's screaming and calling her a slut. Door slams. Knock again. She starts yelling from behind the door for him to go away.

I go out there and coax her back to the bedroom with a "Don’t worry I'll talk to him. I pull my gun out of my beltline from behind my back (she never knew there was one in the house) and placed it in a convenient yet out of plain site place and answered the door.

There is this bulldog buffed out surfer looking at me with an aura of malice saying, "What are you some kind of tough guy (that should have been a clue)."

Now I am in a second floor flat opening a door to a guy that looks like he should be wearing a choke chain standing on a six by six landing.

Before the end of his last syllable I stepped into him with a vicious right cross to the chin that spun him 180 degrees (now bent over with his back to me). In the same motion I reached up under his arm and above the back of his neck raking his hair then grasping his head and took a windup step to the railing and with vicious intent lifted him then dropped my weight with his head attached to my hand into the railing. Repeat with gusto half a dozen times. It wasn't my first rodeo.

I finished off the dish with a dash of knee to the solar plexus, and stepped back to release my grip and let the battered (jajajaj) ooze off the fork.

Serve cold in pool of blood.

Close the door to her screaming "oh my God!"

He starts moaning from said pool of blood "Maaa a ma Marla… Ma ah mar laaaa.

She wants to go out there and attended to him.

I say "If you do out there, I am out of here and never coming back. Him or me."

Whimpering "Maa ah mar laa's" continue.

"I can't just let him call for me like that."

"Call the police then."

She grabs the cordless phone looks out the window to see him lie in a pool of blood then the police and ambulance arrive.

'Police walk in.

"Officer there is a 45 over there with a round in the chamber."

They unchamber the round and run the serial numbers.

It's all clean. I answer basic question and she collaborates with my answers and keep my mouth shut while thinking about calling my attorney. Again not my first rodeo…

Middle of the night rolls around and I wake up to her sucking my cock. Fuck like animals to exhaustion.

Next day she leaves for work. The guy in the front house is a roughnecker working on oil rigs off the coast of Venezuela. One of those no neck no nonsense motherfuckers that you assume would enjoy fucking a punk as much as a woman.

As she walks down the stairs after she has cleaned up the dried blood, I hear the neighbor (his name was BJ) calling out to her mocking her boyfriend "Ma ma marlaaaa! Ma ma Marla!"

"Fuck you BJ!" she shouts in disgust.

A week later I am at the beach with Marla with Meats a 6"4" monster friend of her and connection. We are walking down the Boardwalk and here comes Riley the ex.

"Hey man" he says to me.

Now Big Tim Meats stands between us and says "Look Riley from what everyone tells me you deserved it anyways."

"He gave me 110 stitches on my head."

Glares all around.

Meeting over.

Had the wildest sex for days.. the combination of fighting and a new jockey drove her to drive me to the edge. Breakfast in bed banging and breaking things as I fucked her from room to room across the apartment, a BPD at her finest.

I get a call from big Tim.

"Hey – you know what?"

"What?"

"The day he got back in town from big wave surfing Hawaii Marla called Riley and told him that she met a kung fu expert and was now living with him at her house and to fuck off because she wasn't gonna pay him the money she owed him (from a drug deal I latter discovered)."

The bitch set him up and set me up to do her dirty work.

I never said anything to her about the call.

The sex was that good. Sick shit eh?

Borderline Personality Disorder chicks… Still can't get enough of them BPDs. Once you know how good it is, you are fucking addicted.

Even if you stop fucking bipolar and BPD's, you wish you were. You fucking day dream about it..

It’s an incurable disease/ Like someone who posted here said when it comes to sex they are like those insane genius types - way beyond the realm of mortals.