Definitely the "Emancipation of Andy".
I've been too calm in the past year, dragging on a platonic long-term relationship - my first one in fact - and being sex-deprived. In fact, I've been more intimate with my dildo than with the dude. It's a cute purple plastic penis-shaped toy, but nothing beats a man. NOTHING.
I finally dumped the guy and have been having a hell of a good time ever since. The word "no" should never come from a man's mouth when asked if he wants to get laid. Never mind sexism. Men live to fuck and be fucked. That's the end of it.
And I do fuck like a man, according to Carrie in the "Sex and the City"'s first episode. I rarely get emotional about it. No "he-took-my-virginity-he-must-be-the-one" kind of bullshit, the kind of stupidities my childhood friend, who will be called "Dreamer" for the purpose of this blog, believes in.
I mean, she will let him do anything to her as long and he's content and happy. She lets him touch her tits in public or he constantly tells my friends and I how nicely she sucks his dick. The mere thought of the guy naked makes me want to puke. Besides, cuming in her mouth after thirty seconds is a sign of premature ejaculation, not of her "natural talent" for blow-jobs.
Let's cut this short for now and try to finish this article with class instead of raunchiness.
I swear I will tell you everything about my funniest one-night stands, may they be good or bad. Hopefully, you guys will have a good life and continue on with normality.
Now, I have to go searching for writing material in the Montreal suburbs. Ciao!
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