No Strings Attached (16/45)

I can no longer afford the dental floss entwining him and me.
Freedom means releasing our noose.
I run from his arms to the thighs of a stranger.
Embracing the novelty and the anonymity and the enormity.
Don't seek to know me. Don't ask the simple questions.
Seek to swim my inner rivers without map or moral rose compass.

Drown.

If you seek liberation from your binds as well,
Come to me but do not look to me as sweet syrup haven or couple therapy.
I am the mossless boulder, you always imagined you pushed.

Sweat and struggle.

The Struggle (15/45)

Another City Council meeting; another ball of bile and regret.
I woke up tired from the struggle of the evening before and the evening before.

Then, I met him.

I took my two hands for granted,
their grasp, their hold, their future,
until he told me to touch the tip of his left nub.

I wrapped my fingers around where his wrist ended.
And, he smiled and sighed.

I kissed where his left hand used to start.

My lips curled around injustice's bitter taste.
The sour scent of someone done wrong filled my head.

I wanted to make my two fists for him,
but he opened my clenched claws,
one at a time,
and kissed my open, soft palms,
showing me the way out of anger.

And, as he entered me, 
I forgot my painful path and just stood with 
my head against the wall reveling in the moment.

For J (14/45)

"I feel the surprising warmth of the ocean, when I read you.

I feel the friction of sand, when I hear your words.

What do I have to do to feel more of you?"

I've often been a man's vacation spot. A property visited, celebrated, polluted, then left.

"No, I am an island man far from home. I recognize not exotify you."

Then, come and let my sun welcome and bake you.

Dinner's on soon.

Fireworks (13/45)

She wanted something different to do on a soggy Independence Day.  She browsed through her emails and caught him.  “He wanted to fuck her loudly on a hard bed with rain beating on the windows.” ― Don DeLillo, Mao II  Looking at his picture and rereading his quote, she wanted to show him the arch of her back and the ride of her breasts.  They found each other in the rain and were so involved in the echos of their desire, they did not hear any fireworks but their own.

Fire (10/45)

So, I am having my favorite lunch of lobster ravioli in pink lady sauce at Sal's, when I hear a deep voice behind me.

“Will you be my quirky queen today?”

I turn around, and a thick man with a nicely trimmed, salt and pepper, mustache and beard is beaming down at me.

“It depends on who wants to be king for a day.  How 'bout you sit down and chat with me?”

His smile gets bigger as he sits across from me.

“I've been reading your stuff for a week now.  I didn't answer, because I'm not really poetic or absurd or any thing like that.  But, I got to admit, you turn me on...Very hot.  And, when I saw you with the pink hair, I just knew you were the lady making me throb.  Is it okay that I talk like this?”

“So far...”

“I am in real estate. Luxury.  I think you are going to need my card soon.  I just think you are going to be a best seller or some sort of Sex And The City 2016 or something.  So, I was wondering if I could show you some properties, and you could maybe show me some things?”

We take a ride out to the county.  It was a really beautiful ride, perfect weather, large fields punctuated by grand houses.  We turned off the highway and visited this beautiful house on a hill.

He pushed me against the door and pushed his tongue into my mouth.

He, then, asked me to undress and pose for him in the fireplace.  I am not that much of a model, so I only did a few poses, before I asked him to join me.

The fireplace floor was uneven and roughed my hands and knees.

He filled the quiet property with a lot of dirty talk and growling.  He filled me.

C, I will definitely keep your card.

Our Cock Fight (6/45)

I know I usually only reward folks who comply.  And, I asked for nothing rhyming, however he wrote the dirtiest, funniest limerick about my pink hair I have ever read!

Also, he suggested the most unusual sexual act I've ever encountered.

He wanted to cock fight me.

He had to play early this morning, because he worked two jobs and had to be at the first one at around 8.

I woke up this morning smiling, because he seemed like such a character.

So, after a quick meet up at Bodo's Bagels on Preston, we went to his apartment over in Eagles' Landing. He had one of those nice, little two bedroom ones and had not been assigned a new roommate yet.

I helped him duct tape aluminum foil on his living room's patio glass windows.

He helped me into a strap on with about a nine inch brown penis attached.

He then gave me a red, glow in the dark condom, and hardened himself and put on a green one.

He then turned off all lights.

And, he said, “The force is mighty with you.”

Then, he started making light saber noises and started hitting my strap on with his cock.

I started laughing uncontrollably, and he did too.

Eventually, I started hitting him back and making my own light saber noises.

We played for about fifteen minutes, then he came.

I found the whole thing silly, hilarious, quirky, and good exercise.

Thank you, R for being you.

Thank You, Professor (5/45)

He writes...

"I loved your Hamilton's piece.  I've attached a photo and my master's thesis about Emily Dickinson's use of the dash.  If you find it smart enough, go to Alderman Old Stacks Level 1 at 3:30 and find the carrel with Emily Dickinson's Wild Nights: Selected Poems.  Sit staring straight ahead with your feet on the floor and your palms on the desk.  Don't touch the collection till I cum to you.  And, don't wear any panties."

It's 3:40, and as I stare straight ahead, I occasionally let my eyes look at the book cover.  I really love how the blue sky and fuchsia clouds create a pleasant contrast.  And, I really like the black and white image of Emily Dickinson.  Until now, I did not really know what she looked like...

At 3:45, a man moves behind my wooden, hard chair and tells me not to turn around.  He hands me a bag over my right shoulder and tells me to open it.  In the bag, was another clear, sealed bag with a small, purple pleasure orb.  He tells me to unseal the bag and give him the orb.  He then tells me to stand and lean over the desk.  He tells me to turn to Wild Nights and recite it till I cum.

As I find the poem's page, he turns on the orb.  As I begin to read the poem aloud, he reaches between my thighs and puts the orb on my clit.  The battery is very new, so the high intensity of its vibration make me stutter. He tells me to read slowly and clearly.

Wild nights - Wild nights! 

Were I with thee 

Wild nights should be 

Our luxury! 

Futile - the winds - 

To a Heart in port - 

Done with the Compass - 

Done with the Chart! 

Rowing in Eden - 

Ah - the Sea! 

Might I but moor - tonight - 

In thee! 

I recite the poem four times and crumple in the chair at the fourth Rowing.  He leaves.  As I turn to watch his retreating figure, I see him put the orb in the pocket of his slacks.

Thank you, Professor.

A Sunday Brunch (4/45)

I was uncomfortable and torn.

On one hand, I had to bite back a bit of my poverty snobbishness, when I first saw you wanted to have an encounter at a brunch.

On the other hand as I told you, every time I passed that Downtown Mall restaurant, I was always tempted to steal one of their perfect, cobalt colored, water glasses and longed to feel the linen textures of their very white table cloths.

But, a project is a project, so I agreed and went.

When I saw how handsome you were in your official UVA blue suit jacket, khakis, and orange and blue bow tie, I was curious what I had got myself into.

Also, I felt under dressed, because I had worn the flip flops per your request instead of something strappy and more formal.

I sat down and discovered you had already ordered for me.  This felt chivalrous and rude at the same time, since you knew nothing about any of my possible food sensitivities or allergies.

Then, I heard a bell.  I thought it meant you had to leave.  Instead, you told me to take off my shoe and put my foot in between your thighs.  I knew the table cloth that turned out to be very soft was long enough to hide any misbehavior, and I felt subversive doing something like this in such a posh place.

So, I complied.

You answered your page, unzipped and took out your cock, pressed my sole to it, and used unknown words like borborygums, hypoxemia, and purura into your cell phone.

I felt your warm drops of pre-cum when you said, "Ecchymosis."

I felt your climax's sticky globs spurt as you rubbed them into my foot when you said, "Analgesia."

You asked the server if I may have the water glass.  He said yes though I think he charged you for it.

You rose, presented me the victory cup as you put it, kissed me on the cheek, and began your walk back to the hospital.

It was amazing, interesting, weird, educational, and erotic.

And, the fifteen dollar crab cake was good too.

Thank you, A.

Kondescending Kunt Unsolicited Online Dating Advice #7 The Dick Pic

Ads with dick pix...

We all look at them.

But, who really answers ads with minimal written content and poorly shot, unphotogenic penises with no photographic worth?

Survey says, "Sex workers who answer all ads, dick pic collectors, people who like to humiliate folks who post dick pics, and men who like dick pics!"

News flash....

There is no amount of sex positivity that would compel a real, local woman to contact you for offline encounters based on your continuous posting of headless body pictures featuring bad photos of penises.

And, you really shouldn't post a real picture of your dick for people who might not be strangers. Women (or men) who know you intimately can recognize them and catch you in something you cannot get out of. And, since your private part pictures are probably not readily available for the public to view and send as their own, you can't easily say you had nothing to do with sending it to someone.

But, I know regardless of my advice, you will continue to post them proudly and send them to people unsolicited.

So, down with crappy dick pix; up with artistic ones.

The only differences between porn and art house figure shots are the photographer's talent, flattering or interesting lighting, and good or unusual form and context.

So, if you can't be good at least be good at it.

Taboo Play at the Park: A Photo Series (2/45)

I flutter from man to man. Seeing them all as temporary, random events.
Sometimes, I fall on short dressed knees, on park benches at their feet, or on sparse grassed ground.

So, unlike a tree.  They promise to be there...
Till they are not.

But, they change their names to log cabins, picket fences, paper.
These things bare down the hands of man.

What a long path to find the hands of man.

Among the trees, I find him.

I gently caress his back tickled by his bristles.

I want to sit at his bare feet with my back against his tree and my mouth waiting.

But, today is just about looking.

His fruit of the loom weaves sweet skinned, forbidden.

I want to rub his belly for luck.
I want him to rub me.

I want to play his viola all the way to his...

A new sweet friend.

Shy and wonderful.

Thank you D for such a fun time at the park today.  I appreciate you letting me take your photos. :)

Kondescending Kunt Unsolicited Online Dating Advice #5 "You Aren't What She Says She Wants"

If she has to stoop to conquer you, leave her alone.

Women usually only respond to personal ads that they feel they fit.  If she is too tall, old, fat, or some other disqualifier, she will not respond.

Men, on the other hand, are more interested in getting what they want instead of being what she says she wants.

I met a wonderful man who once told me he was as interested in listening to me as he was in talking to me.  I try to get into his pants often.

Listening to and heeding what a woman says she wants is very rare and sexy.

However, Charlottesville craigslist casual encounter responses show very little of this aphrodisiac.

Instead, a women's requests are ignored, ridiculed, impossible, or undeserved.

A lot of men suck up posters' time and flood their inboxes with couplings of a compliment with the reason they will not do or be what she asked.   Busy women who really want to meet men offline are not particularly interested in compliments from non-compliant, disrespectful, online strangers.

A lot of this poor behavior is probably because it is uncomfortable for a lot of men to realize they are not wanted by all women they want.

The entitlement behind feeling all you want should want you is not hot.

Feeling that all women regardless of how you treat them should be accessible to you is a mark of your patriarchal privileges which are also not hot.

So, get over it and get under an interesting, sexy, challenging woman who you aspire to deserve.

It will be as good for your character as it is for your penis.

Kondescending Kunt Unsolicited Online Dating Advice #4 "Show Don't Tell"

“Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”  Anton Chekhov

Reading long lists about another's hobbies, characteristics, or likes/dislikes is boring and usually inaccurate.

Showing or sharing with people what you are into is much more interesting.

If most of your response is a list of your physical attributes, then just shut up and send a picture!

If you are a writer, send them a piece of your writing.

If you are a visual artist, send them some of your portfolio.

If you are musical, send them a sound clip of your latest jam.

If you are a marathoner, show them a photo of you running for your life or charity or what have you.

You get the point.

And, all of these things can be shared while still being discreet, because all of this information is probably available on your social networks or professional or amateur online portfolios.

Creative disclosure makes for a sense of intimacy and knowing someone...not just what they admit to but more about what they are capable of and how they see the world.

This type of connection makes the difference between someone rolling their eyes at another list of someone who likes movies, hiking, and oral sex and someone who is seriously considering rolling you.

Kondescending Kunt Unsolicited Online Dating Advice #2 "How To Send Her A Picture Without Outing Yourself"

Women complain that they cannot accurately decide if someone is fuckable without an accurate face picture.

Men don't send them, because most are in situations that require some discretion.

Possible solutions...

Use a face picture of yourself that is available for public consumption on your professional sites or personal social media. If you choose to use your professional one, figure out how to incorporate professional lingo, know how, that proves you didn't just cat fish someone else's professional site. If the exchange is really something to embarrass you or blackmail you or whatever, as long as you send it through an anonymous email system, then you can just say you are a victim of a cat fisher and had nothing to do with the interaction.

And, don't send a real picture of your dick to people who might not be women strangers. Women who know you intimately can recognize them and catch you in something you cannot get out of. And, since your private part pictures are probably not readily available for the public to view and send as their own, you can't easily say you had nothing to do with sending it to someone.

If you are very private, so only your friends and family can access your social media pictures, send a group photo with you in it. Because it is of more than one person, it is possible that someone else pictured shared the photo. Don't disclose which one you are until you've created enough interaction to believe she is not going to expose you. Or, ask her to rate who is fuckable in the picture. If she picks you, great. Also, if you choose to describe your physical appearance in the text, make sure at least one other person pictured matches that description.

If you are married, send a picture of you with only other married people pictured. So, again anyone pictured may have sent the picture.

This group photo idea works in cases when you are approaching someone local to your home or community. Just in case, you accidentally come across someone you already know.

So, if the reluctance is really discretion and not some attempt to temporarily hide some sort of physical attractiveness, it should solve the dilemma.

Her Fantasy (May 14, 2016)

9:45 AM Posted In Charlottesville, Virginia Casual Encounters Woman 4 Man

The steady, monotonous sounds of another Charlottesville rainstorm provide a new rhythm for his growing restlessness, uncertainty, and dread.

He watches the rain through the bay window of his large luxury condo close to downtown, alone. 

Across the street, the downpour travels the incline of the cupcake bakery roof and pools in the slight valleys of the unoccupied handicap spaces of the deserted parking lot. 

Behind him, his furniture, his books, his instruments, his things do not fill the space, and the emptiness echoes and subtly frames him a small man. When he vaguely senses his design induced inferiority, he grits his teeth and entertains.

Publicly, he takes great pleasure in the borrowed peace of Hatha yoga, the improvised cacophony of modern jazz, and the slow savor of heavy, crystal glasses brimming with freshly made mojitos.

Privately, he takes great pleasure in me. 

When all of his guests have begun their slow, soggy stumble homeward, he takes me out of my box and lovingly places me on the floor amidst the sticky and solid party debris. I become the calm eye center of the chaos. I am his rose of Sharon.

It fascinates him that he owns me but cannot contain me. It fascinates him that my explicit obedience subverts and obliterates him. It fascinates him that his worship of me diminishes the anxiety mounting within his narcissism.

When I allow him to sample my darkness, he is purified and light. When he enters me, he encounters safe haven and the precise cut of my blade. When everything he is melts within me, he is mine. 

He is free.

He savors my intoxicating poison. He weeps remembering his first notice of sunsets and his later jaded, dismissal of her mango, red grapes, and watermelon shades. 

Overcome and writhing in ecstatic suffering, he collapses onto the trash on the floor by my side. 

Spent, satisfied, saturated.

He rests.

Awake now, he returns me to my box wiping away his tears. He gently places my box in the black corner of his sin closet.

He plays the later works of Art Pepper on his ipod and drifts from his pelvic tilts to his eye of the needle poses again promising to never leave the simplicity of his mat again.
The rain yields.

I included pictures of a thin, blonde, blue eyed, 22 year old.

Here were the responses... I've changed all the names.

4 spam. (They were generated by real men who send the same cut and paste messages to most ads)

1 very graphic email from a known, local sex offender.

Harvey

Well that was an interesting ad on Craigslist, of course it's bright and sunny in downtown C'ville right now, looks nice out !!! 

Bobby A

hi

Me

nope. try again. :)

Bobby A

Hello lol

Me

nope. try again. one more chance.

Bobby A

I love you and want to spend time with you, I know I just struck out but my I tell you on the outside your a beautiful woman.

Fisher

I just wanted to tell you that I came across your post on Craigslist and thought it was an awesome story. Very passionate and beautiful and I feel as if I've heard it before. Where is it from? Did you make it up? Just wanted to tell you it was nice. Lol :)

Me

Thank you. Just wrote it today. So, it's from the ether of messages forming a halo around my head. Bummed it does not come off as more original though.  :)

Fisher

You seem like a beautiful soul and very intelligent. With such a gorgeous face I was amazed to get to the end of your story and find that you're single.lol But your story was very original as a whole. I'm sorry I came off as though it wasn't your original piece.. It would blow the minds of many as it didmine. I only felt It was familiar because of the intense vibes i got from it..the energy or something I suppose. haha. I don't know..but it was nice and I plan to check every so often in high hopes of seeing more of your writings. :)

Fisher

I didn't realize at first that you had posted your story in a women seeking men section of Craigslist...I guess that would have given away that you're single lol I was only browsing around when I found your story. But anyway. I'm wondering how many other writings you've got. Would you share more? I'm sorry, I'm not hitting on you by any means..though your beautiful. Im just very interested in the way you write. I myself am far from a writer but I highly enjoy reading certain peoples journalings/story's/songs ect. You've grabbed my attention.

Anonymous

hey baby let's fuck and let me eat your pussy

Mike Y

I'm a 20 year old and 5ft 4 inch guy. would u be willing to chill out at my place I'm kind of a shy person. I have Netflix, videogames and if u want to hike there's also some woods.
P.S. if u want me to send you a picture of what I look like just ask

Shady

Well I must say I dig your style. You know jazz, and that's sexy as hell. Art Pepper has always been criminally underated. I can tell you're well read, and that's sexy too. I'm curious to know why you posted what you did? To work on your craft? To see who gets it? Multiple reasons? I'd love to hear some more about, tell you about myself, and maybe see a picture. Hope you have a wonderful weekend and hope to hear from you

Dezzy

how are you

Mark I

This cl ad is sexy and turned me on! I'm in CVille

Jon M

I enjoyed your ad, the story was amazing :) I hope you are real because I can send you a poem in the second response ;)

Phillip

Really pretty woman, would u like sometime grab a drink

t s

Just when I think I have the poem figured out,.. I get lost in the tangled and somewhat vague description of what it is your characterizing. I do think its nice put together tho. just wish I knew what it was. I have an idea but if I’m wrong,.. Sheeshhh!!!!! lol

james c

Very poetic

Me

yes

james c

Well if your nnodoingt anything this evening id like to go on a date (his phone number) if you want a picture just ask

Brian C

Hey what u up to would you like to chill

Tommy T

To start off, just want to say Yur post was so erotic that it got me super aroused:).Dont know if yu would consider having some fun together but I got to try after reading that post I'm older, 44,Wh, 6ft1,190,fit,not ugly,:), not rude, crude, a gentleman that loves having erotic fun when it seems worth the chase,interested? Yur very beautiful and I'd love to show yu how a mature gent could take you to a level yu may have only dreamed of, Thanks

sn

Yo!

Dave H

Hello there. I loved your posting on Craigslist. Would you be interested in some hot wild passionate fun and excitement and if you would be interested in more we can get to really know each other. hope you have a great day and hope you enjoy my pix!!!!

(he included no pix)

Roy

Yes love to. Yes I can

Jay H

I am intrigued by the poetic nature of a Charlottesville afternoon. Primal sexuality, forbidden fruit, and saxophones... 

I can't help but think of Sweethaus and Rupert Holmes... fantasy or reality?

Me

metaphor

Junior B

Pussy that tight huh?

BB

Hi Dear

Can we be friends initially, and I will help you in everything you need that you like

May 14, 6:58 PM Flagged For Deletion

Overall, I realized that men when confronted by an erotic, pretty, open woman on Charlottesville craigslist could not or would not generate an equally erotic, vulnerable response. Maybe, that was one of the pieces of the disconnect. Maybe, I could help?

Interested in living an adult romantic comedy? (May 4, 2016)

(A lot of men complained they only got responses from scams, sex workers, and sex page web administrators.  So, I posted an ad that I would respond to looking for results.)

Greetings and Salutations!

Thank you for taking a look at my ad amongst looking for free curbside give aways and trying to find your lost poodle on craigslist. :)

Ideally, I seek a Bull Durham Annie, smart and sexually driven as hell.  If you are too young to remember that movie, you are probably a bit too young for me. :)

So, I am an average looking, single white guy in my mid-30s with a satisfying work and home life.

What brings me to craigslist?

I think meeting interested women in bars is not the best thing if I really concern myself with full consent.  I, mean, how can your yes mean yes if it's alcohol or peer pressure powered?

I hope that since you are a lady looking here, you might be a little more sexually daring then someone who attends the normal, meat/meet markets on the Downtown Mall.

I want a woman who is cerebral, funny, creative, and naughty.  Complex women intrigue instead of intimidate or confound me. :)

I am looking for a more casual situation, because I had to break my engagement a few months ago due to her mendacity following a sexual indiscretion.  I am ok with open relationships but cheating in a monogamous situation is not the same and lying about it afterwards just... hurt me.

You are not going to be the rebound girl, you are going to be the healing woman... sexual and sensual healing. :)  And, if you actually help me heal my soul along the way, I would be open to more. :)

I would never intentionally disrespect you or your boundaries.

Sexually, I guess I am vanilla but not boring. No swinging or props.  Just you and me.

My ideal encounter would be fucking you till exhaustion in the back of a limo going up Carter Mountain and then sharing the view and apple cider doughnuts in each others' arms under the stars.

In your response, tell me what specifically brings you to casual encounters and more importantly why you chose to answer my ad.

I wish you the best and hope you soon realize how much you walk in beauty like the night. All of you. You make the world go round and some of you are so much, you make time stop.

Chose to not post a picture.
Body Athletic
Height 6'2
Status single
Age 35

I received two messages that were clearly spam.  And, I received a third that I assumed from his vocabulary and interests was a man pretending to be a woman with mentions of his "nice rack" and interest in "fishing tournaments."

Welcome To My Project!

Dreams can be dangerous experiences.  They may guide you to paths that others find crazy, confusing, and condescending.  They may also guide you off cliffs and maybe in the process teach you to fly.

In my dream, I reduced rape culture and increased the safety of brown and black trans sex workers.  I made this magic by changing in small ways how people connected with each other in anonymous, sexual encounters like those advertised in Charlottesville, Virginia craigslist casual encounters personal ads.

I woke up wanting to understand and possibly adjust this niche culture.  I thought maybe I could help, because I loved writing and had a University of Virginia BA in English Lit. had an understanding of wanting to overcome social disconnect from my experience as a mental health peer support specialist, and had a comfortable way of suggesting changes or improvements from my life coach certification.

Also, I was open to participating in instead of judging a space that would become really sex positive instead of constantly dealing with deceit as discretion and shame instead of sexual liberation.

As you may realize if you read some of my passages... when I am not being naughty, I write about being naughty among other things. :)

To get the full range of experience, sometimes I posted as myself, more traditionally attractive women, and men.

When I started this project documenting my experiences using Charlottesville, VA craigslist casual encounters and sharing unsolicited online dating advice, I celebrated by committing to meeting up with at least one respondent to my ads a day until they expired in forty five days. However, my ads never last more than 24 hours. :)

What am I into?

Only interested in other Cvillians.

I am poly.

As for the rest...depends on the man who answers the call. 

I wasn't sure what I would find. I wasn't sure I could really change anything.

So far, I have one primary relationship with a fabulous workaholic, a benefit friend with a guy who is incredibly busy raising his kids, getting through his divorce, and work, a guy who sends me fractured Shakespearean sonnets daily, and photography sessions with a local exhibitionist. 

If you are okay with me writing about our experiences (while protecting your identity of course), you should leave me a comment or email kondescendingkunt@gmail.com.

Just a few tips about me...

My preferred beverages are mango lasses, chai milkshakes, and arnold palmers. My preferred movement is dance and Downtown Mall strolls. My preferred position is doggy. My preferred birth control is condoms. My preferred time to play is on a weekday.

I dislike cunnilingus, hiking, yoga, coffee shops, and making arbitrary lists about likes/dislikes for online strangers. :)

And, the kurious name of Kondescending Kunt kame from one of the men I made angry during my research.  It seemed so lofty and erotic at the same time, I just had to keep it.

If you would like to know more, please be specific and ask.

Cheers!
Veronica Haunani