Showing posts with label oral. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oral. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
It has become a habit of mine to ask men who approach me with "lines" like this if it has ever actually worked for them... a practice I should stop immediately because the response sometimes leaves me with such intense fear for the future and shame that I don't know what I do with myself.
I'm all about casual sex if both parties consent and it is mutually beneficial. I'm all about men and women going out and getting what it is they want and desire from every relationship. But I cannot for the life of me understand how this approach appeals to anyone. Maybe there is something severely lacking in my sexual past, but I can't imagine ever being so into oral sex that I respond positively to a man who wants to eat his way into my heart.
Maybe I've just been hit on by one too many men who make me think they might actually want to eat me to be interested. Clearly online dating has begun damaging my perception of the world, especially when it comes to eating anything.
Not to mention... "Want ur box eaten then?" is the second most unsexy approach to getting a face full of my nether regions I've ever heard, right after the first thing this guy said to me.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Listen, *you're a fucking idiot if you think that blatantly stating you perceive the girl you're messaging to be fat and proudly proclaiming to be "into fat women" is going to get you anywhere. Perhaps she self-identifies as fat, maybe she has body image issues, maybe she is suffering from a medical disorder that makes her carry weight, maybe you're one of those douchecanoes who thinks a girl is fat if she's above a size 4. I dunno. But neither do you which is the point to all this. So, you're already in douche territory with the first line of the message.
But then to think that just because you say you're "into fat women" gives you the right to then ask this person to sit on your face without so much as a fucking greeting or exchange of pleasantries is the kind of douchebaggery that really infuriates me. Just because you see something you like does not make her obligated to hear out all your filthy fantasies and desires about her. Would you have the balls to actually walk up and say this to some woman you see at a bar? Don't you think that would qualify as harassment and likely get you thrown out of said bar? Keep that shit to yourself unless you have consent. Until then, you're nothing more than a sad little exhibitionist flashing his flaccid wee-wee at whoever he can trick into taking a look.
--jenniy
Friday, June 20, 2014
It really takes a classy, intelligent gentleman to message a woman you've never once messaged or spoken to before to tell her you're giving her permission to suck your dick. That's exactly what the ladies are looking for in a partner, too--a man who only thinks about himself, who thinks women need permission, and who can't be so much as bothered to spell out the word "you" in a 4 word message. We're here to serve, right? Our needs, our wants, our desires...our preference for mental stimulation...fuck that. We're here to make sandwiches and guzzle jizz and get shit in return. --jenniy
Friday, June 6, 2014
Yeah, that's exactly what a woman wants to hear when you first contact her... How you're fantasizing about dropping a load of jizz on her face. I mean, fuck the anticipation and the build up and the chase. Forget the flirting and the way she'll touch your arm when you make her laugh because she just *has* to touch you in that moment. Let's just skip all the good stuff and go right to your idiotic porn-soaked fantasies. Because that just makes a woman weak in the knees. Really. That's what we dream about at night--not being loved and loving someone else, not having hot, sweaty, passionate sex... We lay awake for hours thinking about random dudes splattering our faces with their dick juice. --jenniy
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