Sigh! What is it with the algorithm and wiring of the brain or with humanity or with our pheromones that makes the one we love to fuck, terrible for the heart? I am not one of these people who believe that the love for me isn’t out there. Oh no….I have had my fair share of declarations of love more times than I care to admit…and while it’s cool, those dudes usually are NOT bringing that bomb ass dick. Like take for example Stringer Bell from the Wire, Jax Teller from Son’s of Anarchy, or Frank Castle from the Punisher….all them dudes are fine as fuck. They are bad tho. But I bet you they lay that wild, good, GOOOOOOOOOOOOD, soul snatching sex. I can almost put money on it. And if you watched any of these shows you know that these BAD boys are good for no one’s heart, even their own.
I’m thinking about my own run ins with naughty bad boys and man do they make my heart flutter and my pussy drip but them motherfuckers are bad and I mean TERRIBLE for the heart. I get flashbacks of the good sex that took place everywhere and anywhere and the nasty shit said and done…..LORDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I get shivers thinking about his hands, his mouth, his lovely eggplant and the way he worked that damn thing. Fuckkkkkk. But he isn’t even worth the headache and the heartache. He ain’t shit. I didn’t always know he wasn’t shit but I know now and I learned it the hard way. I know now that I could never in my life let him into my life under any circumstances because I’ll want to fuck him. Fucking him is suicide to my heart and my mind. I don’t need that. I really legit don’t need none of that pain, not even for the bomb ass dick. I always survey my people to make sure that we are on the same page and women across age groups, racial groups and socio-economic status can agree that the one who fucks You right IS NOT the one to love.
Is it impossible to find both in one man? Sure. I just think that’s dangerous as hell. Lmaoooo. The best sex I ever had was with dudes who I felt like they damn near ruined my life. I don’t do well with lack of communication and these good dick bringers aren’t always the ones who are stable in the emotions department. And chances are if they are piping me down oh so good….they sharing the wealth and shit…when in Rome, right? There’s a crazy I myself exude when the dick is spectacular. I want that shit all the time and it’s not like I try to love them but I guess they think my incessant texting is about love…and it is….but love for that dick! Lmao. Ha. I’m dead serious though. Give me good sex consistently, like let’s say every Monday at 8:28 PM and that can be our entire arrangement. Jeez. That way I can keep that shit measured and keep my emotions in check. Because I am not trying to love the dude who fucks me well. That’s just mental suicide. I ain’t with it.
I have imagined myself loving the men I’ve had amazingly great sex with. It’s a thought that excites me and scares me. What if it were to work on an emotional and mental level? Would the sexy be as fiery? I dunno. It could be. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be dope but I just feel like there are too many variables that make it problematic. But if they weren’t fuck boys, maybe they could be decent human beings. Maybe. I also think that at some point good sex stops, right? I would be crushed if I committed my life to someone in hopes that our good sex stayed consistent AND then it became trash!!!!!!!! That would be the absolutely most devastating thing on earth. Okay not the most but that shit would eat my soul. I think that some people come into our lives to teach us shit, serve their purpose and then move on. But fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk why the sex gotta be so good? 😭😭
Good for the pussy but bad for the heart.
Raw Motherfunking Emotions 