I think I may have lost interest in the ding-a-ling... I'm really scared that if I let somebody get it in that it will suck, and I don't want any more sucky (see bad, garbage, lame) partners. For men, I hear that good pussy is an experience, that a woman's enthusiasm can make up for mediocre skill... not so much for me or other women I think.
Come to think of it, I've lost my interest and zest for lots of other things. I used to blog constantly, I used to make social appointments with friends, and I used to cook new dishes. Now, not so much.
I'm not sure if not wanting to invite somebody to my sex room (see Ludacris and Trey Songz) has to do with I'd prefer to be fucking someone I have feelings for, or if I really just don't want to have any more bad sex. I had become accustomed to having my back twisted out by former fiance (now shit eating loser; can't leave that part out) and anything less I needed that to miss me. That isn't to say I haven't had my back twisted out since the break up (I used to use words like schism) because I have, even one time by somebody's husband (no I'm not a swinger, I didn't know he was married until his wife called me the next morning to tell me he was married). I also have what the old ladies call a maintenance man... he makes me believe there is hope. He makes me want to fix him breakfast (grits, eggs, bacon, toast...and I'll squeeze this ninja some O.J.).
But le...sigh; I don't see him being my wifey, and I am okay with that (besides, I found out his last name by reading a tattoo on his back) so maybe we aren't meant to be, but he's fun for right now.
You want to know what else I'm tired of... dudes throwing the dick at me who have no skills, no game or any type of swagger that makes me want to do anything more than walk away. And lately... I've been way too generous with my affections and times on some of these dudes who really do suck. And that's not to say I'm looking for some man whore, I'm just saying farting while we are cuddling is not okay... and it is not foreplay Sir!
Come to think of it, I've lost my interest and zest for lots of other things. I used to blog constantly, I used to make social appointments with friends, and I used to cook new dishes. Now, not so much.
I'm not sure if not wanting to invite somebody to my sex room (see Ludacris and Trey Songz) has to do with I'd prefer to be fucking someone I have feelings for, or if I really just don't want to have any more bad sex. I had become accustomed to having my back twisted out by former fiance (now shit eating loser; can't leave that part out) and anything less I needed that to miss me. That isn't to say I haven't had my back twisted out since the break up (I used to use words like schism) because I have, even one time by somebody's husband (no I'm not a swinger, I didn't know he was married until his wife called me the next morning to tell me he was married). I also have what the old ladies call a maintenance man... he makes me believe there is hope. He makes me want to fix him breakfast (grits, eggs, bacon, toast...and I'll squeeze this ninja some O.J.).
But le...sigh; I don't see him being my wifey, and I am okay with that (besides, I found out his last name by reading a tattoo on his back) so maybe we aren't meant to be, but he's fun for right now.
You want to know what else I'm tired of... dudes throwing the dick at me who have no skills, no game or any type of swagger that makes me want to do anything more than walk away. And lately... I've been way too generous with my affections and times on some of these dudes who really do suck. And that's not to say I'm looking for some man whore, I'm just saying farting while we are cuddling is not okay... and it is not foreplay Sir!
