So, I'm fucking her like she's a piece of meat.
"Quit! Stop, quit it...gawddamn it! You're using me like I'm a rag doll!"
"Ummm..." I managed, while recalling that just moments earlier she was calling me a fucking champ and urging me to lay the pipe, but good.
"I wanted you to make sweet love, to me...not fuck me like I'm just a piece of meat!"
Okay, that was pretty much the end of that 1st & last date. Coitus interruptus -- or simply a case of mistaken signals?
Gents...
What do you consider to be proper upon first carnal penetration? Making sweet love with her (complete with harp music, incense and either full moon light or scores of candles...cascading upon her shimmering bronzed flesh or fucking her like you're both a pair of wild jungle monkeys in heat? The bedding has been set ablaze from the friction and you're using her body to beat the flames out...
I think you know by now... I prefer pounding the meat, like a butcher making tenderloin patties.
That making love stuff is for like four to nine months down the frigg'n road.
If you even get there.
Come'on Men... Spill
Constant Gardener
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
