So, I just started this blog for shits and giggles. I hope to include many unpopular opinions, subject matters and anything else I can write that will piss people off. And when I say people I of course mean men.
Don't get me wrong, I adore men I just don't know what else they are good for outside of the bedroom.
Take the last guy I was with. He was all hot and bothered seeing me in work clothes. "What I could DO to you in that dress" he said. Yeah, okay. I play dumb and pretend like he was the one who talked me into bed when from the minute I saw him I thought "I'll have one of those tonight."
And I did. 38, salt and pepper hair and a George Clooney smile. Hard body, decent cock (yep I said the 'c' word). I follow him back to his place and I turn cold and pretend I don't want to. Let him think he's changing my mind by getting down on his knees and pushing up my dress, his mouth is on mine and he slips his fingers inside me.
Its on and I know I'm sport fucking again. Not really interested in whether I cum or not I just want to take "the ride". You know the ride of sex. The kissing, the biting, the dirty talk, the ride on his cock that I wanted to take, just to see if I could.
He bends me over the couch, my clothes on, his off. One leg in the air so he can go as deep as possible. I give in and cum the first time. He orders me to the bed and I happily comply.
I'm on my back because he wants to see my face. Hard body above me, hitting the spot and I cum with very unpretty faces and expressions. I don't care what he sees, I'm seeing stars I cum so good.
Minutes later he says something stupid to spoil the mood and snap me back to the reality that oh yeah, that's right. This is sport fucking and its time to go home. And I do.
Men are easy, getting into their beds anyway. Getting into their hearts? That's the real trick.
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