Bitchicisms

Scenes from past exploits keep flashing through my brain lately. 3 weeks without sex can do this to a woman. A woman on her period no less. One who just has to compensate by masturbating (yes women can masturbate, even on their period).

Me on lying on my stomach. Him on top of me, his cock moving in and out of my pussy. His hands pressing mine against the bed. I'm screaming, moaning loudly as he keeps fucking me with his huge cock. He bites me on my shoulder. Hard. I scream harder. He grabs my hair and pull my face closer to his for a brutal kiss.

Me sitting in front of a computer. Him suddenly standing behind me. His hands suddenly reach for my tits. He massages them, squeezes the nipple. As I open my mouth to moan he kisses me. Upside down, spiderman style.

Me on the phone, my hands on my pussy. Him a couple of thousand miles away listening to me moan. I press my face against the pillow to stifle the sounds I make. But I keep the phone close so he can hear.

Him a couple of thousand of miles away. On the phone. In the bathroom. Masturbating. I can hear him come. 15 minutes later he goes back inside the bathroom much to his family's surprise and confusion. I keep him masturbating for me.

In church, at mass, in the times I went to mass. Him far away, sending me evil text messages as I pretend to listen to the priest. Me squeezing my legs together as my mother tells me to pay attention.

My nipples hard at a talk. I am wearing a white blouse and someone is sending sex thoughts my way.

Him on top of me, fucking me. That dirty smirk on his face after he knows I've already come several times. He keeps thrusting his big fat cock inside me. Watching my face.

Me riding him. The first time we had sex. I'm close to having a massive orgasm. He asks, "are you coming?" I nod wordlessly, my mouth agape, gasping and thrusting and fucking him. "I know, I can feel it," he says. Three seconds later I come hard around his cock and he reaches up for me to hold me as he comes too.

Me half asleep. Him just finishing watching a movie. He curls up behind me. His hand wrapped around my left tit. He starts kissing my bare back. I turn to face him and we begin round 2.

Him on top of me. Thrusting. Hard. We're on the floor. "I'm coming," he says. I tell him, "come baby." He looks perplexed. "Are you sure?" "I'm safe." He speeds up amidst our moans and groans until he comes inside me.

I'm lying on my back, half-drunk and lost in a daze of orgasm and sexual arousal. His hands are thrusting inside me. Young boy. "There's so much," he wonders, as my juices coat his hand. I've been coming repeatedly for the past 20 minutes. He crawls to go down on me. My hands pulls his hair.

I'm walking on the way to the restroom. He reaches out a hand to grab me. He pulls me to the men's room. He's squeezing my tits. In about 5 seconds flat my left tit was fully exposed. He leans down to suck and bite it. I moan as I hold on to his head.

Some theories say that a man thinks of sex every so number of seconds. I think the attention spans of men are a little too short to think about sex for a prolonged period of time. They probably just get flashes of images like a sudden image of tits or pussy that's enough to get them off.

Admittedly it is easy to get men horny. It is especially easy to get men off. Something proven by something Jm once said, "Any sex is good sex." Men of course think it's something special to get women off. Because face it, women are more picky than men.

Some guys are good just for quickies in example: Cc and Ak. Some men are good for extended liaisons: H and V. Guys like The Speedfucker, are no good at all.

Learning how to manage your stable is the most crucial thing for a player. You've got to know which choices to pick dependent on your mood. Men will always come. It's in their nature, all they really need is a warm hole. Women choose who they give their pussy to. And even promiscuous ones like me, still choose.

Ak was horrible at extended liaisons. For one, he's schedule was insane, being a call center dude. And his stamina sucks. He had a tendency to fall asleep. Cc is somewhat the same. He needs to sleep before he can fuck. Young boys fuck a couple of times in quick succession. Experienced men can fuck very well and can go on for what seems like forever. V and H are primary examples. V knew how to last. H, being an older man, does need his rest. But that rest is only a couple of minutes long. Then he starts fucking again. And he knows how to fuck.

Men basically just choose which woman is available. The trick is to get them to remember you first so that you're on top of the list. What does that trick entail? Sport fucking.

Sport fucking means treating fucking like a game. When most women fuck, they are tentative, unsure or shy. This masks several insecurities. Some which not even I am immune to. Women who sport fuck love sex. Love their bodies. Love fucking men. They masturbate often because they like having orgasms. They prefer fucking because energy is different when it is transferred between two people. Because the energy builds up and strengthens and causes a gigantic explosion in the end. They prefer fucking because they like having another body to hold on to. They prefer fucking because it means giving pleasure to another person. I am a sport fucker. And we, sport fuckers, like to fuck.

Men like to fuck girls who like to fuck because, well, it makes them feel good. When men encounter a woman who loves sex, they feel that they are good in bed. It's hard to make a woman enjoy sex, or so I've heard. When they see a woman who genuinely enjoys it, they can have 1 of 2 reactions, they either get scared because they can't handle it or they enjoy that woman more. The men who love sport fuckers, they are the ones who learn more. And fuck better in the end.

I realized only recently that the pivotal movie of my childhood was Chasing Amy. Saw it when I was in high school, it was one of those Kevin Smith things that I always loved. And having seen it again it reminded me of why I chose this lifestyle in the first place.

In the movie of course the couple didn't end up together. The guy got scared of a sexually-experienced girls. I know that's real. Guys get scared of experienced girls. Even the last one, who was basically just a fuck-and-a-half, decided I was scary shit because I slept around.

Guys are always scared of competition. Which is why they're scared of strong women, especially strong women who knew more about sex than they did. I try to keep an innocent face when I go out with guys. Because if they actually knew what I knew, I bet they'd be scared.

See I'm a fucker, and I enjoy it. I love fucking. And one of the things that guys don't understand is that when you've had all that, and you've tried everything, once you settle for something real, it's different.

I always tell girl friends that players are the best partners if you can get them to stop cheating. This is because when you've had anything and everything, and you decide to settle for something that's exclusive, then it's a choice.

I've been told several times by men that I was too good for them. In a way, I think this is true. I am strong, I am ambitious, I am smart and funny and appear to be a bit hot. I scare a lot of men, and even women, with the straightforward sexuality.

I've done a lot of shit in my time. Some things I never thought I would ever do until I was actually doing it. Some of them I did because I was in the heat of the moment, some because I thought it would be fun, some because I just wanted it. And the weight of those things are on me. Most men can't handle it.

But I know that this deep-rooted principle of not settling comes from that movie. I still stand by the things I did, and if people can't handle that then it's not really my problem. H, despite the apparent 'connection', never really took me seriously because, well, I was fucking his friend V, fooling around with his friend O and he thought I was sleeping with another of the Den regulars. My X, who is kind of an asshole, was always scared because he felt little compared to me, and he wanted me to be as small as he felt. Even guy friends Bv and O sometimes feel the need to bring me down. Of course they do it in teasing ways, but some of it's too pointed to ignore. Some girls even occasionally feel the need to point out the error of my ways.

All the other guys I fucked are practically meaningless of course. Or they meant something which wasn't important. There still hasn't been anyone worth giving up all the other experiences for.

And, like Alyssa Jones in Chasing Amy, I did try everything I wanted to try. And I enjoyed them. And they were that time, that place, those feelings and the things. I won't follow what society says I have to do, like get a boyfriend or a girlfriend or settle for things I don't like, or be with someone I'm not sure I want to be. I like my life. I don't want to mellow, I don't wanna to be nicer, I want to keep fucking and having fun. Let me be who I am and I won't bother you. Seriously.

Been flying a little straighter and a little nicer the last couple of days. Have turned down a couple of invites. Have been behaved and tried to keep my trap shut. Resting my weary ass.

Getting laid has become too easy. Now when I want to rest I get offers. Which is a little bit weird. But that's the way the cookie crumbles. When you don't want it, it comes. When you do it doesn't. The things you want control you.

So here I am keeping my cool. Just trying to keep my head above water and my pussy out of trouble. While offers keep tumbling in I keep trying to maintain my goals of hiatus and, well, a little less sluttiness.

Some of my past decisions have come back to bite me in my huge gargantuan ass. So I've decided to just stay away from the possibility of bad decisions. Men, guys and boys aren't equal. And, despite the fact I adore the last I had some major changes have got to be made.

In an effort to be less, well, accommodating to cocks and robbers, I have decided to post some red flags which will signal to me that the one I have my eye on is a very bad idea.

1. Likes crappy music. The definition of crappy music may vary, and I try not to be a musical slob as I end up eating my words eventually (Damn you Paramore! You're hot female lead made me change my mind). However, there are some non-negotiable bands. Locally, I would never be with guys who like: Cueshe, Six Cycle Mind, Hale, novelty songs (except for cutesy advertising jingles). And those who take Parokya ni Edgar too seriously are out (I mean, they do have some good songs, but recent albums contain too many parodies of something else). For foreign acts, guys who like: Michael Learns to Rock are definitely out. Same goes for acts I don't know who are irrepressibly cheezy.
   
2. Call Center Agents and Bartenders. Sorry, had enough of that kind. The first type is screwy when it comes down to sheer logistics. And, well, being an ex-call center agent myself, quite promiscuous. Plus what the hell do we talk about? The latter? Just cos I've had too much of that type.
3. Guys with backne. Uherm. Back acne? My skin's not perfect but when I run my hand down a man's back I want to feel smooth skin, not bumps. And yes I have been fooled by guys with nice skin everywhere except on their back. It's just disappointing.
   
4. Recyclables. Meaning, guys who I've had and already discarded. And guys that I've passed on before. Sure I adore H, always will probably. But this whole thing is not... advisable. And yes, I do intend to stop. Despite the rocking, amazing motherfucking great sex we have. Same goes for the weiners who are trying their luck again despite the fact I passed on them before. Yes, I have a list of names in mind.
5. Guys in relationships. I have inadvertently had sex with married men. Okay, if you feign innocence, that bites you in the ass. Sometimes, it's a matter of not asking because you don't wanna know, or being lied to. Men who wanna fuck will do anything to get it (lie, cheat and steal). While this was previously an unimportant factor, the sheer trouble of trying to locate his ass or sometimes even of fucking the man becomes a problem. And no cock is worth the trouble. And there is the improbable possibility I might fall for him. Hahahahah hahah (cue laugh track here).

Aside from these there are also resolutions I would like to make:

1. Try anything once. Meaning: I need new fuckers who do not remind me of previous ones.
2. Teach a man as much as possible the first time.
   
3. No more motherfucking quickies!
4. Rule of threes: 3 fucks in quick succession then discard, or once every three weeks.