Sometimes in my infinite wisdom, I enjoy shortcuts to actually thinking, so I make a conclusion well before I ever think it all the way through. It’s fun; you should try it sometime.
For example, when I see a neighborhood with mostly old wooden heavy garage doors – I pretty much already know I don’t want to know the people. Don’t mow your lawn? Don’t bring your kids over to play with mine. Your kid has a runny nose and no socks on? Well, you might as well be on Cops in my opinion. Britney Spears playlist? Please talk to someone else.
And if you don’t finger your sensitive little clit while my cock is inside you, I’m willing to bet you pretty much suck in bed. Don’t masturbate often? I’m sure you will make some boring guy happy, but not me.
I want you playing with that pussy when I fuck it. I want you trying your hardest to bring yourself to another level.
I mean, we are fucking after all, right? This isn’t cooking. Why half-ass it? If you can reach a higher level, then reach it. Or fucking try. Rub that beautiful cute little pink bean. Shit, I know I want to.
This is a Differentiator as I see it. A woman who wants to get off – and a woman who doesn’t think about it.
I want the woman who wants to get off. I’m sure the dead lay missionary-only never eats your pussy guy will be more than thrilled to have you lay down so he can pump into you like a fucking passionless robot.
Nope. Not me.
Rub your pussy. Stick your fingers in your wet cunt and shove them in your mouth and giggle and wink like the dirty little whore you are.
Say “fuck me, Daddy”, and fucking mean it. Punch me in the chest. Slap your own pussy.
Yell. Scream. Cry.
Bring it. Just fucking bring it.