Okie dokie. As a birthday present to myself, i must buy some SG gear. So i can poseur myself out.
Becuz datz how i be rollin, g!
Now, to save up some cash
It was soooooo fucking foggy out tonight. I left to go to Pekin @ 10 and i could barely find my car in the drive way. On 24, i couldn't see 10ft in front of me.
Kinda intimidating. Cept for the fact that i'd driven the route roughly a billion times.
Finally reinstalled Pinnacle on Sam's computer. Ready to edit again. Need a new editing programme. Pinnacle is fucking ancient.
UIC didnt burn down because of my absence yesterday. Everyone survived. I'm both surprised and disappointed. (my cat just vomited on the floor........)
I was missed, which is of some consolation. It's kind of an awfully wonderful sentiment, though, considering my job and all.
I believe i was missed more for my character and presence rather than my actual work performance. Atleast i hope so.
And this is why i love working where i work: it's a Wednesday evening and J and i are standing in the cafeteria having a loud and frank conversation about going down on girls.
And this is where i completely lose most of my friends.
I would rather go down on a chick than get head.
And not just cause of the ball phobia thing.
About 30% of the time, i'd rather go down on a chick than even straight bang 'er.
And it's hard to say why.
And my friends dont get this.
I believe there's a sense of accomplishment in making a chick cum. A sense of achievement.
And, yes, i do get some sexual gratification from it.
And, no, i dont think of it as charity.
And, yes, it was good for me.
And, no, i dont need anything in return.
It was my pleasure.
Honestly.
Really.
It could have something to do with my thigh fetish.
Or maybe the challenge involved.
Yes, the challenge.
I mean, you can be Superfly-Don Juan-fucking-Casanova and you wont get the chick anywhere if you're trying to sink her on a dirty duvet on a stinky couch.
Unless she's into that, of course.
Or if she's just off her ass.
Or something.
Either way, the challenge is there.
And this is where i lose most of my friends.
I mean, you can read all about pubococcygeus/Kegal muscles, muscle tension and relaxation, the plateau phase blahblahblah. But different storkes and that. What gets one chick off might be...well...disgusting to another.
Beautiful, unique snowflakes and all that.
And the last thing you wanna hear is ...Uh....what're you doing...?
I think i have more to say, but i'm kinda tired now.
Becuz datz how i be rollin, g!
Now, to save up some cash
It was soooooo fucking foggy out tonight. I left to go to Pekin @ 10 and i could barely find my car in the drive way. On 24, i couldn't see 10ft in front of me.
Kinda intimidating. Cept for the fact that i'd driven the route roughly a billion times.
Finally reinstalled Pinnacle on Sam's computer. Ready to edit again. Need a new editing programme. Pinnacle is fucking ancient.
UIC didnt burn down because of my absence yesterday. Everyone survived. I'm both surprised and disappointed. (my cat just vomited on the floor........)
I was missed, which is of some consolation. It's kind of an awfully wonderful sentiment, though, considering my job and all.
I believe i was missed more for my character and presence rather than my actual work performance. Atleast i hope so.
And this is why i love working where i work: it's a Wednesday evening and J and i are standing in the cafeteria having a loud and frank conversation about going down on girls.
And this is where i completely lose most of my friends.
I would rather go down on a chick than get head.
And not just cause of the ball phobia thing.
About 30% of the time, i'd rather go down on a chick than even straight bang 'er.
And it's hard to say why.
And my friends dont get this.
I believe there's a sense of accomplishment in making a chick cum. A sense of achievement.
And, yes, i do get some sexual gratification from it.
And, no, i dont think of it as charity.
And, yes, it was good for me.
And, no, i dont need anything in return.
It was my pleasure.
Honestly.
Really.
It could have something to do with my thigh fetish.
Or maybe the challenge involved.
Yes, the challenge.
I mean, you can be Superfly-Don Juan-fucking-Casanova and you wont get the chick anywhere if you're trying to sink her on a dirty duvet on a stinky couch.
Unless she's into that, of course.
Or if she's just off her ass.
Or something.
Either way, the challenge is there.
And this is where i lose most of my friends.
I mean, you can read all about pubococcygeus/Kegal muscles, muscle tension and relaxation, the plateau phase blahblahblah. But different storkes and that. What gets one chick off might be...well...disgusting to another.
Beautiful, unique snowflakes and all that.
And the last thing you wanna hear is ...Uh....what're you doing...?
I think i have more to say, but i'm kinda tired now.
most men are too chickenshit to admit they like goin down. they think it makes them somehow less... like "real men" wouldn't like that sort of thing. but as a seasoned vetern of the art of love..(Read single female in the navy for four years, so i got around) its quite obvious that this is somthing many men like and enjoy doing.
*believe it or not, there comes a point in every young ladies life where she learns the joy of preforming...for the guys... buy that i mean, well lets just say some chicks dig it too.
*see chasing amy for all other disclaimers.