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I had a sociopathic friend and his sex life was fucking fascinating

I had this friend in college who I am 99% certain was/is a sociopath. Now, do I know this for sure? Fuck no. I’m not a therapist. However, I grew up with a sociopath and I can see the signs pretty early. They’re actually quite fascinating to watch and he was super, super smart.

I suppose it should be worth noting why I never fucked this dude: I had absolutely no desire. He was sexy as hell, but he scared me and treated women like play things.

He hit on me once. I was visiting my boyfriend at his frat house. After my boyfriend passed out drunk I ended up hanging out with sociopath dude in their common area.

“You know why you’re sexy V?” He asked me.

I raised an eyebrow without looking up from my books. “Enlighten me.”

“It’s the fact that you’re hot enough to be a housewife but you’re still going to law school. It’s sexy.”

“I feel like there’s some kind of misogyny baked in there.”

“Sorry. I’m drunk a d distracted. It’s hard because I want to fuck you so bad.”

“I’m dating your best friend, bro.”

“I’m not saying I WOULD fuck you. I’m saying I’d like to.”

“Ok but you can get that out of your head.”

Weirdly enough we actually formed a mutual respect after that, but I have no allusions as to why. I was a gem in his social circle. I was pretty, smart, and on the pathway to be successful. He liked being my friend.

The truth is I also like being his, even though I knew it was happening. The thing about sociopaths is that they’re EXTREMELY likable because they mirror their companion’s emotions, and know how to stroke egos.

I saw how he could manipulate people and felt the tug, but I also wanted him to like me. He was an ASS, especially to women, but the way he moved through this life was fascinating.

Once we were sitting by a bomb fire. He was wasted and a little too honest. He started staring at this girl until I finally called him out on it.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m studying that girl. I’m going to fuck her later.”

“Do you know her?”

“No.”

“So how do you know she wants to fuck you?”

“She’s a sorority girl. She’s not comfortable in heels but she’s wearing them anyway because she wants to look good tonight. Her shorts are too tight but she’s trying to hide her stomach with a baggy shirt. She hasn’t talked about school all night so she probably has an easy major and I suspect she comes from money because her clothes are designer.”

“How is this going to help you fuck her?”

“I’m going to compliment her shorts but make fun of her for walking in heels and say something backhanded about her baggy shirt. I’ll say education isn’t a real major but flash her my watch so she knows I have money. I’ll reel her in and insult her slightly so she feels special when I pick her.”

“That’s not going to work.”

“Watch me.”

I did and it worked. She was in his room in like two minutes.

*He fucking terrified me.*

Once I brought a friend over and he started chatting her up. She came over to sit by me when he was in the bathroom and I was like, “Please do not fuck him.”

“Why? He’s hot and we have a lot in common. He loves animals like me and supports healthcare reform (*her major*).”

“He doesn’t support socialized healthcare. His favorite book is The Fountainhead. I promise he’s a chameleon.”

“He seemed sincere.”

*Of course he did.*

She fucked him.

He fucked enough of my friends that I learned pretty quickly he was excellent in bed. You know why? BECAUSE HE COULD MIRROR EMOTIONS. Their descriptions would be totally different because he was as mimicking their preferences.

Anyway, once he was tripping balls and we had the weirdest conversation of my life. He lost all inhibitions and became a very honest robot.

First off, he admitted he was dating several women at once.

“How does that work exactly?” I asked.

“Different sororities. I always check their mutual friends on Facebooks and then I have my settings so I can’t get tagged on Facebook. Once a week I post a status about them specifically and then hide it from everyone in the other girls’ circles. Then I can’t get accused of avoiding them online, even though I never change my relationship status or profile photo.”

“Can I ask you something? Do you feel bad about any of this?”

“I don’t think I feel guilt the same way other people do.”

“Can you explain that more?”

“Remember when I tried to fuck you after that date party?”

“Yeah…”

“I didn’t even think about the fact that you’re my best friend’s girlfriend. I just thought folks would see me as disloyal and then I might lose status.”

“Was I part of that equation at all?”

“On a physical level… Also, I’m actually not sure you would have fucked me. You definitely want to. I can tell sometimes, but you don’t like me very much.”

“Weirdly enough, I do. Sometimes I don’t know why.”

“You find me interesting. You also think I’m smart but not as smart as you. You hate people who are smarter than you.”

“That’s not true.”

He rolled his eyes. “It absolutely is. You LOVE being the smartest person in the room and try to hide your annoyance when someone else is right.”

*I have since grown out of this.*

“You are so fucked up right now. You’re saying the quiet part out loud.”

“Yeah. I’ve never tripped before. This is wild.”

“What would I be like in bed?”

He looked over and squinted his eyes to study me. “You need to be good in bed because you’re competitive. You probably love giving head because that’s proof you’re good at sex, right? That’s what gets you turned on. You like being the best someone’s had. You probably get off on that. Also, I think this whole innocence thing is kind of a front. You’re sexual as fuck. Sometimes I think you’re gay though.”

“You think I’m gay?”

He smiled at me. “You act like you make out with girls when you’re drunk because you’re being silly but I can see your body change. Plus, that girl you used to hang out with is definitely a lesbian and I think y’all were more than friends. I got off to it a few times. Maybe you’re just bisexual, but you’re far too smart to come out. You love the south but you’re obsessed with leaving and I suspect that’s why.”

I gaped at him. “You are truly a terrifying creature.”

He winked at me. “You have no idea.”

“What’s the weirdest lie you ever told someone to get them to sleep with you?”

“I once wanted to fuck a girl in the ass so I told her I didn’t have condoms and was worried about her getting pregnant.”

“She let you?”

“Yep. She was even on birth control but I told her there was a recent study that said the kind she used wasn’t effective.”

“You are so sick.”

“I wouldn’t do that to YOU, Viola.”

“We would never fuck.”

“Oh we would in different circumstances. I wouldnt do that to you because you’re my friend.”

“Why are we friends?”

He stared at me again. “I like being around you because you’re weird and always interesting. I think I get bored around at least 70% of people. You’re friends with me because you like that I like you, you like that I read, and you’re almost always analyzing me for reasons I’ve always wondered about.”

“How deep are you in this trip?”

“Plus, we like that we’re both attractive which I think means we’re either vain or have a small flirtation.”

“That’s never happening.”

“Oh I’m aware, but we’ve both thought about it. You’ve gotten off to the thought of me. I can tell. I’ve jacked off to you a bunch. We’d actually probably have good sex.”

“Dude my boyfriend is around the corner.”

“I once told him I jacked off to you. He acted appalled but he was flattered. He likes that his girlfriend is hot enough that someone like me would get of you her.”

“Jesus dude… Can I ask you something else?”

“Sure. My inhibitions are low if you can’t tell.”

“You don’t really process emotions right?”

“Right.”

“What do you feel after sex?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I mean physically I feel something but I’ve calculated exactly how long I have to hold someone before it’s socially acceptable to roll over and sleep. I feel nothing.”

“Holy shit. What is sex to you?”

“I mean it feels good. Plus it’s proof of status. It’s a game I usually win.”

“You have good sex though. All of my friends have told me.”

He smiled at me. “You ask them because you want to hear about me in bed. You probably get off to that too. To answer your implication, THEY have good sex. Sex feels the same to me. I’m just there to get off. However, I have to make them feel good because being bad in bed isn’t socially acceptable.”

“I can’t tell if you’re going to murder someone or be president someday.”

He looked at me. “You ARE gay right? Just a little?”

I sighed. “I’ve had sex with women, yes.”

“I fucking knew it. Your ex is so hot.”

“Yeah.”

“I bet you hated that. I always like being the hottest person in the relationship because it gives me all the power.”

“God you’re so fucked up.”

“Didn’t you let your boyfriend fuck you with a popsicle? You’re kind of fucked up too, V.”

“He told you that?”

“You love that he did. You love that he bragged about you in bed.”

“This is scary. Do you have ANY kinks?”

“None that are socially acceptable.”

“…What does that mean?”

He considered this. “I basically like sex acts where the girl I’m with gets no pleasure and I feel good. Anal is my favorite. I bet you like anal, right?”

“I’ve never done it.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Then you wouldnt be the good girl anymore.”

“Jesus dude. I just have no desire.”

*I did.*

“You do.”

“Could you fuck a dude? If sex really means nothing.”

“Probably, but I feel like my chances of being professionally successful would decrease with every dick I suck.”

“Wow.”

“Yep.”

“So you mirror people in bed so they always think you’re a sex god.”

“Ask the question you want to ask.”

“I don’t have a question.”

“You want to know how I’d fuck you.”

*Fuck me, I did.*

I finally have a reluctant nod.

He studied me for a while. “You like giving pleasure and you’re almost certainly submissive. I think I’d tell you what to do, test your limits, and then fuck you into oblivion. Like, bend you over a table or something. I’d compliment you’re ass because you’re insecure about your body. You might even like spanking. I’d start with fondling to see what you like though. I’d actually like to come on your face just to wipe that fucking smirk you usually have right off. I’d probably make you compliment my dick. You’d like that. You’d like having sex with me generally because I’d make you feel desired. I’d like having sex with you because I’d finally beat you at whatever game this is. This is all hypothetical, of course. You’d never fuck me. If not for any reason than to prove you’re too good for it.”

*This was terrifyingly accurate… Also I was kind of turned on.*

“You scare me.”

“No I don’t. I fascinate you and, like I said, you like the idea of us fucking. Hypothetically, of course.”

Then my boyfriend came back… he was also tripping balls so that was fun and slightly awkward. I excused myself to the bathroom.

Again, to be clear, we never, fucked, kissed, or even really liked each other.

However, I ran to the bathroom because I had to fucking touch myself. I had to stick a hand down my jeans the moment I got into the stall and play with myself for all of two seconds because I was so turned on I couldn’t last beyond that.

I hated myself for it.

Anyway, it is scary how successful this dude is and he is very likely to go into politics.

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