The difference between a girl and a woman, in one word.
It isn’t age, but most times it works that way.
The girl? She acts as if I owe her something, right away, because her tits still defy gravity and her skin is like silk. She is dumb enough still to believe I should kiss her ass because her eyes don’t have a wrinkle yet.
Like I ever gave a fuck about that shit anyways.
Save it, Miss One Direction, for the weak-kneed boy who is well-equipped to search for your G Spot on your labia. The X-Box king with a bunch of bros and no fucking clue about how to talk to a woman, let alone break them down to their most intimate level. Their bodies are a mystery to him in a book he doesn’t even have the desire to read.
He is a pretty boy though, no doubt.
Pretty fuckin’ clueless.
Act like I owe you something, Miss Club Scene, and I will gladly laugh in your face. You have all but a novice blowjob and a conversation about snapchat to offer a man, so spare me with the deep appreciation of yourself and transparent fake confidence.
You think I can’t see right through that shit? Your “I’m all that” attitude is just not becoming of you, Miss What’s a G Spot. Don’t go kidding yourself that this motherfucker is getting drawn in by defied gravity.
Now a woman, on the other hand? Now we are talking.
Real confidence with shit to back it up. Always bring something new and interesting to the conversation. I want your pains and stresses and I want you to show me how your crush them with ease. How you look life right in the face every fuckin’ day with your head up and tits out and smile and say “bring it on, motherfucker. I got this shit.”
I couldn’t give two flying fucks if you think you are “so hot” because of your “looks” and looks alone. The only way you will ever satisfy this man is with your passion, and this my dear is inside you.
I will recognize it when you are naked and staring me right in the eyes with your ambition, begging for my cock with your eyes and peering right into my soul as you do it. You will giggle because you truly enjoy it. Your pretty little cum soaked face in a happy state as I make you cum one more time like the earth just opened up.
I see how you react and right then I witness what is hottest to me.
So go shake your little ass down at the club for the beta boy who can’t tell you where a clitoris is, let alone play you like a violin. Because this motherfucking Beethoven is bringing Violin Concerto in D Major, right between your thighs.
I want Women. Girls, I just want to ruin them for the next guy.