Recently, I have been evaluating some interactions I had with some beautiful ladies that have not gone my way. Some of these sultry vixens may even be reading this right now.. or maybe not, whose to say?
I came to some conclusions. I am gonna refer to various babes as a singular entity of jizz and lust. It dawned on me how much I hate it when this cute, luscious, buxom devilish female twirls my massive frame around her freshly painted fingernails, spinning me like a hamster and fucking with my head.
But apparently, I don’t hate it enough to stop engaging with her. I tell myself I don’t want to get involved then dream about slurping cola out of her vulva.
I think about rawdogging her till my shaft crumbles to dust every time she texts, giving me hope of a bite.
She probably thinks of fucking with me too, but pissing me off gets her wetter.
I get burned and take out my anger on the next girl that actually appreciates me. Allegedly. No more home-cooked pasta for me?
Continuing the cycle of toxic manipulation to build back my ego. Don’t want to get played and get made fun on Hoodville.
I wanna thrust at that one girl’s throat with the pelvic force of 1,000 suns until she goes into a coma but then also hug her in front of the shining voyeuristic moon that looms over our heads and build a home with her? Do I “love” her (whatever that means) or is she a sex fiend to pull out of my drawer? What’s the value? Where do we stand? No one knows. Just go with it. Treat her like the rest. But I do like her. I really like her. She’s sweet. But..
But like I said it’s not one girl, it’s so many that fit the bill. They all become one face in the end. So alike. Spooky really.
She’s just the most recent.
Behind every sexy scumbag is their equal in trashola that got them bent first. They probably experienced the same thing on the lady side of the spectrum. Everybody gets fucked then fucked over.
So reader, are you the jerk compensating for the pain or the current victim?
Happy Friday, protect your skin!
Raging Insomniac 