BetaMax

The prophet Chris Rock jokes about women who don’t give head. He says “a woman that don’t suck dick is like a http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Betamax.

 

I fall into the category, since I don’t suck dick. I’ve never had any desire to do so. I’ve been told by countless of men that maybe you just haven’t met the right guy? Or maybe you need to have someone teach you how? But that is not the case. I’ve never ever had the desire to have a dick in my mouth. I don’t even have the desire to have a dick near my face. Don’t get me wrong I’ve seen some dicks that where works of art, but I was not moved to have it in my mouth. One time a good male friend of mine said that I most likely wanted to receive, but I was selfish by not giving. He and many may feel that is the case, which it isn’t. I always let a guy know up front that I don’t suck dick. It’s their choice to either be with me sexually or not. If they feel moved to drink from the cup of the Gods, then who am I to stop them? Unless they are not good at this particular skill, meaning I will tap you on the shoulder and ask you to stop. And not being good at that skill doesn’t mean you may not be good at laying down some pipe. Expectations will get your feelings hurt and as Chris Rock say “you’ll be laying there with dry balls.” It’s funny even when I dream as a man, I never dream of sucking dick

 

So, yeah I’m a betamax when it comes to sucking dick.

 

Now drinking from the cup of the Gods is another story, I’m always moved to do that. There’s nothing like having a girl squirm in you mouth. Holding those thighs open, or tying them open. Wow, that gets me going.

 

Until next time Perverts

Two Dates and A Movie

An update from my Saturday date, I had the pleasure of going to a movie Jumpers. I once was dragged to see the movie phone booth a couple of years ago, with the same person and this movie was just as bad. Phone booth is still the worst movie, but this is right up there. And I may have to rethink my friendship. I think it could have been really good, but then like other bad movies I’ve seen, I wish it was a book. This way it might have the phrase behind it, the book was better then the movie. I would rather spend a couple of days reading a good book, then sitting in a dark room with strangers, who by the way eat popcorn with their mouths open. While I sit there losing an hour to two hours of my life watching a bad movie.  Other then the bad movie the rest of the day went well, I had a really nice lunch and the conversation was great (still rethinking the friendship though). I got all the way uptown put my key in the door and the phone rings. It was someone I have been trying to hook up with for some time. So I took off my tims put on some pumps and went back into Manhattan. We met at brother jimmies. And since we had been trying to hook up it was good to finally meet the guy. Okay here’s the thing. The prophet Chris Rock said that when a man meets a woman he’s meeting her representative. This is so true. I can say that I know a few things about myself, things that come with work and honesty. 1) I don’t take myself too serious even though I can be serious.And2) What you see is what you get. The only time my rep comes out is during job interviews.  So we had a wonderful conversation about kink and a few places he’s been over a few drinks and some finger food. Yep finger food. I hate those women who go out and just have salad when on a date. They know their hungry, eat something! I’m not saying that after a meal I unbutton my pants belch and scratch, but I am myself. I tend to be up front about myself. Something my mentor told me when I was in my twenties. Work on you, and then be yourself, which has served me well. The even went well and I made it back uptown with only one phone call saying fun was had by all.    It would be nice if we could get together again.Until next time pervertsHave some fries with your buger