I am getting disappointed with my readers. My last entry about porn got so many comments. Contrast that to the far less comments on my more educational entries, for example the one about teenagers spending recklessly on clothes. Do you see a pattern here?
Yup sex sells. And I don't like it. I see an increase in bloggers writing about their sexual escapades and I don't like it! No it's not because I ain't been getting any, but I just feel that the act of procreation is something sacred that should be kept private between the 2 (or more) parties involved, and not displayed on a webpage for everyone to see. Call me old fashioned but that's my view.
Having said all that, my mom used to tell me that if you can't beat them, join them. So I shall now give you readers an account of my last sexual experience. Enjoy.
He stared at her from across the room. She turned around, feeling embarrassed by his intense stare on her voluptuous body. Suddenly without warning he galloped across to her side. She was taken by surprise. She felt herself thrown to the bed by his hands. His hands, they were such strong hands. Hands only an IT professional possesses. Those hands then unbuttoned and removed her clothes before she even realized it. His dexterity was not surprising considering his years of online gaming experience.
Barely a minute later she felt his 50-inch member enter her. There was no such word as foreplay in his book of love. He didn't need it, it was but a hindrance to him. He knew she didn't either.
It was all over in 5 minutes. He dismounted, feeling pleased with himself. She didn't nickname him Quickdraw for nothing. He was sure she was more than satisfied as well. She always told him so. He started to put on his clothes again.
He left the seventy dollars on her dresser, just like he does every week. He was about to leave, but then he paused. He took out his wallet and fished out another 2 dollars and threw it at her.
Her : Wow what a tip! What's that for stud?
Him : Just feeling generous today. You deserve a treat Candy, buy yourself something nice with it.
Her : You were always my favourite, ya know. No one does it like you.
Him : Flattery will get you nowhere. I ain't that generous. See ya next week.
And with that he walked out of the room, smiling.