What does it mean to you? Score? Baubles in my pocket? Change in my pants?
Let's get our nerd on.
I used to read so intently when I was young because I loved the fantasy and inserting myself into the story. Who didn't?
No, I did not read porn books. I have. But I don't. For some reason I could never get into them because I thought they were corny. For instance, how can you get all hot and bothered from "Finn put his sword in her warm, moist shaft." Ew. I used the word moist. (giggle) Maybe "wet" would have been a better word choice. It was just an example. See. I would totally suck at writing romance novels.
(giggle) She used the word "suck."
So it does nothing for me, you see.
I always liked "other" books and totally skipped the romance section. That might be why I have such personal relationship issues. I don't know. It's worth contemplating. Perhaps there is research on that.
It brings me to another phenomena in the book industry. Why do we call it a blow job when you actually suck and lick? I don't get it.
|Think about it, bitches. You could be Lagertha.|
Ladies and gentlemen,
Try blowing on a dick and see where that gets you. I dare you.
I would really think it might ruin some sort of climatic moment. Just a thought. But the research of the whole idea might be amusing.
Words are so funny, aren't they?
They can be a sword to your heart, or a ping in your groin.
I still read a lot and most of late it has been text books. This poses a problem of no stimulation. Mostly boredom.
And if you liked to read, you can read porn in secret and not have it blast throughout the house on television where your significant other might catch you. You could even go be the Master Baiter of your domain in a small space without cords.
Sex drives the world you know. It sells shit. It makes us like shit. It makes us do bad shit. It makes us demand shit we probably should not demand. It makes us want shit we can't have. It makes us spend money on it. It makes us interested in shit. It gives us ultimate pleasure. Sometimes it gives us cramps.
Really it drags us around by the nose.
Think about it. No, don't. You pervert.