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Please Grow Up

Most of you have been brainwashed by puritanical assholes who think sex is a sin… But then again, your little gerbil-sized brain has been reprogrammed by the media to believe that sex is the be-all, end-all… So now you’re stuck, right? Because on the one hand you love to fuck… But afterwards you feel overwhelmed by guilt… You’re not sure why… Maybe it’s because sex is neither as good or as evil as you’ve built it up to be… You should stop and reconsider your whole value system… Because everything you know… Is wrong…

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Masturbation Is Ok!!!

There’s a myth that if you’re giving a woman the ‘good tings’ (colloquial slang for REALLY pleasing intercourse) then she will have no need or desire to masturbate. Wrong.

See – quick and painless, like pulling off a beeswax strip from your labia is how such news should be given. Men, take note:
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The act of masturbation is not a substitute for lack of sex, whether in quality or quantity. It should be an exploration of oneself. The more a woman knows her body and what it likes the MORE THINGS she will be willing to try to reach those heights (ie with YOU). A woman who is comfortable and confident with her orgasm will be freer in mind and ultimately with her partner in bed.

You want to know how to get her to act out that scene from the DVD with you? Encourage her exploration… Most women would love to be confident enough to take control in sex, and most men would revel in the experience of being ‘seen’ to by a woman, but fear of doing it wrong stands in the way.

No need to feel inadequate when she licks her fore and middle fingers before soaking her clitoris in her own saliva. If you’re lucky enough to be present when she is doing this, my friend get ready for the fuck of your life when she is done. Kick back and suck on a titty if you’re feeling left out but god whatever you do don’t question what she is doing!

If you’re relationship with her exploration
is still in the early stages, and the only thing you actually witness first hand is the changing of sheets or her wrinkled finger tips fret not. These are VERY good signs. If your woman is able to make herself climax to the point of wrinkled fingertips she’s learnt to embrace her orgasm (over and over and over again…)

If you’re not following, let me paint you a picture. When you were little, playing in the bath pretending to be a superhero fighting baddies underwater? Your mum would be shouting at your for an hour telling you to get out and when you finally did obey all of your toes and fingers would be wrinkled up like prunes. Awwww fond memories right? Now swap bath for bed and batman figure for 8ins rubber vibrator and instead of pretending to be a superhero she is imagining you sucking on her pussy so good that sweet warm juices are just flowing all over her fingers. How long do you reckon a pussy would have to be played with for your fingers wrinkle up?

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Wham. Bam. Thank you ma’am. Moral of my story? Share the experience, don’t be in a made up competition with your partner. It’s like your dick being jealous when your tongue is in between her thighs. We’re all on the same team. I promise.

Embrace the O girls, you’ll live longer!

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Dark Side…

I got this dark side..

It’s an erotic version of me…

Tied down to evil relaxation…

It’s a sneaky version me…

Creeping beside you for a superficial touch…

And the music moans create that I feed off of so much…

I got this dark side…

It hides behind closed doors…

Comes alive with gentle strokes…

It hides behind dark drinks that taste like regret and misery…

It lays down with pain, making love to your name…

It has no morals or the decency to give a fuck about a tomorrow…

I got this dark side…

It appears when the sun goes down…

And it rises to the taste of your frown…

Drinks to the sound of your cries…

And laughs to the walks of your goodbye…

See no one knows I got this dark side…

Giving you pleasure you never knew existed…

But it feels so good you won’t even resist it…

I got this dark side…

That I only meet when I’m…

Broken…

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Found Myself

I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve fucked up… On how many times I’ve found myself lost… And confused… I mess up… I make a mess of things… Its actually one of the best things I’m good at… I sometimes run… Far… Because its much easier to then to explain how I feel. I tend to push away those who truly care for me… Because its easier than to open my heart and trust… I’m clumsy… I fall flat on my face when the world seems upside down… I have scars… With deep scabs… In which I repeatedly try to peel off… Hoping one day it wouldn’t hurt so much… But I am also human… And through it all… I’ve found happiness… And great friends… And the best memories… Where I can relive from time to time… I’ve found hope… And I’ve found ways to smile… Even when it’s cloudy… Ways to walk forward when the road seems blurry… I’ve found ways to leave behind things that are to heavy to carry… Bittersweet… That’s life… But through it all… I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve gotten myself up and kept moving forward.. Because its all worth it…

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Biggest Fear

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One of my biggest fears as I grow much older is…
Realizing that time does tear people apart…
That distance does matter…
And it’ll hurt…
Losing that one friend to another state…
Or a brother to a new girlfriend…
It’ll hurt to realize time is not always on your side…
And that a certain distance is sometimes to far way to reach…
One of my biggest fears as I grow much older is…
Realizing that time does tear people apart…
That the heart fails to compromise, that memories fade and…
Well…
Love dies…
My biggest fear of all is…
Fearing life itself…
I rather take time…
And walk the distance…
And love, countless of times…
Love a new love always…
Because in the end…
It’s the journey that matters…
Not the destination…

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Fearless Ride

I love words… They’re so beautiful… So powerful… Yet evil… And manipulative but words are always there… For comfort, or help… To remind those whom we love… That they’re important… Words can be dressed up as the beautiful truth while being a dark lie… But at that moment… That dark lie brought sun to your mornings… Words must be spoken… I mean many people forget what it means to actually hold a conversation… To actually express yourself verbally… Everything now is text messages and tweets… People cowardly hiding behind keyboards… Afraid to reveal the power in unspoken words… Untouched feelings… Unloved touches… Words… I love words… They’re so beautiful… So powerful… Yet evil… Like the time you said goodbye while my heart wasn’t ready to fly… As you cut my wings… With beautiful lies… But I love the memories… That come in mind… So I thank you for the words… They’re the reason I learned to fly… With scarred wings… In this fearless ride…

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