Signs that you might be dating a Flying Whore. And what to do.
Not sure if you are dating a Flying Whore? You think you are and not sure what you need to do? Suspicious of signs that you are? You have come to the right place! We won’t go into all the details and background of a Flying Whore, but you can learn more about them here.
First, we have some signs that you need to look out for.
The city night throbs under a neon veil as she swoops down from the towering skyline, iridescent wings carving through the electric glow of high-rises, spraying rainbow shards over wet pavement. Her mating call crashes in like a system crash—a gaping mouth locked in a stare from mid-air, lips stretched wide in blatant hunger, eyes drilling into yours with unbreakable hypnosis. Street traffic drones faintly, but the world narrows to her pull, pulse racing, lungs seizing as raw lust hijacks your mind.
She glides by on the crowded avenue, ass grinding the air under buzzing lamps, her voice slicing past revving engines: ‘God, your broad shoulders and ripped chest make me drip— I want to suck your cock dry right here.’ The words burn straight to your groin, cock twitching hard, shredding memories of meetings, bills, or that overtime grind—erased in a haze of throbbing need.
Your phone buzzes wildly—unknown sender: ‘Your muscles are fucking huge, babe. I want to suck it. Come feed me now.’ Ping: ‘Love those strong arms pinning me down— I want you in all my holes, stretching me wide.’ Another: ‘Your thick thighs and rock-hard abs drive me wild. Pound my pussy, ass, throat—fill me up.’ ‘Damn, your chiseled jaw and powerful build have me soaked already.’ Each vibration rams the heat higher, thumbs slipping on the screen, thoughts dissolving; club beats and foot traffic fade to static. Her cheap slum perfume wafts behind, tangled with city smog and savage musk, dragging you toward the frenzy, schedules crumpled like her discarded snack trash in the wind.
Spot the Flying Whore by her raging addictions: meth that keeps her tweaking and grinding her teeth, dick that has her drooling for deepthroats and gangbangs, dabs she rips straight from the rig with shaky hands, tequila she slams shots of while spilling half down her chin onto her pierced tits, and gambling where she bets her last dollar on keno or slots, howling wins or losses alike.
Watch her close—these cravings hit hard and fast. If she doesn’t score at least three within the hour, shit explodes into a full manic episode. Her wild dark hair whips wildly as she screams obscenities like ‘Gimme cock or meth NOW, you fucks!’, growls deep from her throat like a feral bitch in heat, and claws at her smeared face, nails raking red lines down her cheeks.
Back the fuck away if you spot those signs—don’t be the idiot who tests her. Run!
If you cannot escape, feed her fixes quick: pipe the meth, pour the tequila, hit the dabs, shove your throbbing dick down her throat, or drag her to the nearest casino.
Basically, every time you sit down to have dinner, she will frantically claw at her phone as if she is possessed. She will then give a variety of excuses that she needs to leave. “I need to help my parents, even though they are in bed”, “I need to make sure my friend is not drowning in her own puke”, “My friend needs a ride home from work”.
She will disappear for hours. Randomly texting you “I’m on my way” every couple hours. Then she will text you “sup” at random after that.
When she finally gets home, after you have given up waiting for her. You will hear her stammer downstairs straight to the bathroom, where she will remain for the next two hours. During that time, she may shower, wash out the taste of the countless cocks that were in her mouth, and frantically spray herself with the cheapest dollar store body spray that was available.
She will run to your bed, ripping the blankets off to frantically start sucking you off. At this point, you just need to let it happen. You do not want her to go into a manic episode because even though her teeth are loose and glide back and forth with each head bob, they can do damage.
The money requests, the overheard bathroom phone calls, and so forth, you will notice exact money needs.
$5 for gas. That is the constant number you will hear her asking for when it comes to gas. If you give her more, she will still only put $5 in gas in her tank, pocketing the rest for her other desires. You will be amazed at how far she will get with that fuel gauge pounding past E while the low fuel warning light dings, displaying the little miles left that tank has. She will follow that warning light as if it were gospel.
$20. She will ask for this in either cash or via Cash App. If you have cash, you are best handing over a bill. If you cash App it, after she leaves, you will get a frenzy of texts begging for a few dollars more to cover the ATM fee. This is where you know she is feeding her casino addiction. She will play that $20 for hours, soaking in all the free drinks that she can. Expect her to be gone for at least three hours.
$65. This is the number you will most likely overhear her on the phone as she’s pretending to be shitting or showering. This magical number is what she needs to get her precious rock. She won’t normally ask you for this exact number. Usually, she is collecting bills through the night, sucking a plethora of dicks towards this number. If she does, though, tread carefully; she’s on the verge of a manic mental breakdown.
What should you do? Well, that’s a tough one. There is no real good answer here. Each action you may take has consequences, and it is up to you to decide which ones you are willing to accept.
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So you decided to stick it out and enjoy all three of the holes that she offers to you. You do your best to overlook the fact that your bank account is depressingly low due to the constant feeding you have to do between the dabs, gas, tequila, and casino play money.
By doing so, your sexual desires will be fulfilled and then some. You will feel like a king during those moments. But it will fade through the night as you are waiting……wondering.
This option will also be a ticking time bomb. You will basically be playing Russian roulette every time you enjoy one of those holes; will it be chlamydia? Gonorrhea? Herpes?—Let alone chancing tasting all the other men throughout the day.
So, you put a lot of thought into it and decided to sit her down and talk. You decide to confront her and question her actions. Initially this will go very well. She will sit there quietly as you pour your heart out to her and beg for honesty. She will lay her face in the table for about an hour as she processes all the questions asked.
This is where it gets tricky. You may feel as if you really made her think and feel remorse for how she has made you feel. That is not the case. This is a typical tool the Flying Whore uses to calculately piece her response to you.
You might hear, “I’m not doing meth, it’s addies.”, “It’s not as bad as you think, it’s not meth, it’s crack”, “My friend smokes crack, and I source it for her, and she trades me addies, which are legal if you are prescribed”, “I’m not out chasing dick, I was looking to lick a woman”.
She will use responses like that to diffuse the situation. Then she will love bomb you and suck you like she has never sucked you before. You will think that you had gotten through to her.
But don’t be fooled!
IIn the coming days and weeks, she will bombard you with manic screaming voicemails that are almost un-decipherable. You will watch her outer shell shed from her day by day. The sex will slowly fade as she makes plans to hop back to a previous relationship. Leaving you in the dust. Or so it would seem.
In the coming months, she will randomly show up on your front porch, scratching at the door, begging you to let her in. She will beg to suck your dick, to lie with her, to fuck her. “You know you want it,” she will say. Your phone will buzz every 10 seconds. ” Hi, Hey, Hello, Sup.” “Please! At least just the tip.“ “You can’t deny you want it.” The longer you don’t respond, the sloppier her fingers get. Then she will send you “I’m cumming to you.”
Lock the doors! Do not let her in! Your only option now is to protect yourself with a drug test. This is the only known method (other than telling her to go to work, which will not work when she’s unemployed) that will drive her away. Be cautious!
You decided to go with the nuclear warhead right off the bat. This will drive her away instantly. But you better have extras and make sure you change the locks. She will convince a friend to remove it and dispose of the drug test.
After that, she will return, trashing the house. You will be picking up food wrappers and half-eaten Subway sandwiches throughout the living space. Items will go missing. She will leave behind her hair, which will destroy your vacuum. You will need a rake to manually rake up the filth and dispose of it with a shovel.
She will leave her scent, which will drive you mad for the next month. You will start to ask yourself, “Should I call her?” You will tell yourself, “I miss the sex.” Be strong! There will be a gruelling darkness the next 30 days. There is no medication that will stop this madness; the only viable treatment will be thousands of gangbang porn videos, and you will have to beat off this madness until it is subdued, literally. Keep a stack of socks next to your bed; you will need it.
Currently, there are no resources available for support with Flying Whore infiltrations. Hence, we have created this blog post. We do have plans in the future to set up a 24/7 hotline. Until then, do your due diligence to spot one before it is too late.
