This phrase brings about a concept and a story in me. One of my best friends fucked a million women it seemed, and from the consensus of the penis gallery, not very well. Then there is the alternative case of the guy, like me, who had girlfriends, gets to know them, their likes in bed, always seeking the next way to blow her mind.
It’s like a metaphor for a lifestyle decision each man has to make. Try to fuck as many women as possible, or get to know someone and fuck her into oblivion.
One night stands are hot, but never live up to the quality of sex as with someone you actually know. I won’t even mention Love; that’s a whole different level.
There are no “notches in my belt” concept in my head. I hate the idea. The only notches are the one slowly taking air away from your body as a Hitachi wand slowly gets tied against your clit and I bury my cock right in your throat until you gag.
Wet. Disheveled little mess you are. Now deep inside you, the feeling of your warm waterworks dripping from my balls as I see the look in your eyes as you hit the next orgasm before the one after that.
Yep. Fuck drunk “don’t know ya” sex. I want you to remember every last detail.