Cum-Guzzling Whores: Take One

How come the permanent spunk-filled taste in my mouth hasn’t left despite numerous rigorous brushings?

Could it be all the unnecessary head I’ve been giving recently?

I mean, it really makes a girl wonder how much money she could make if she turned her talent/hobby into a huge money-making pornified scheme. Seriously, if I had two cents for every blow job I’ve given on my knees in the dark.... well, let’s just say my college debt would’ve been paid off long before it was.

Sex workers, I can understand. Why not make money from a fun hobby you’d do for free anyway. An extra $400 bucks a month from sucking a couple of cocks would be a pretty nice cash prize indeed. Instead, I’m scrambling to complete all my work & responsibilities while pursuing pleasure. Wouldn’t it be easier to combine the acquisition of material resources with the sins of the flesh? Talk about two birds and a stone….......

I feel extraordinary guilty for writing about my sex life while everyone else in blogdina land is writing about actual important issues. Which, mind you, I have been pondering as well, but I can’t say that I feel compelled to write about it. A foggy haze has settled square in the middle of brain and now all I can do is touch, touch, touch.

You know, the “I want, I want, I want” mass consumption practices our society engages in on a day-to-day basis. I’m not exempt from this behavior either, but find it creeps into my life in more of a cannibalistic way. I'm like a rotating door, one in and one out, then repeat.

There once was a day when I attempted to maintain some sustainable from of celibacy, but have found I’m far too physically-orientated to proceed with any kind of solemnity regarding a sexless state of existence. It just doesn’t work for me.

And, that’s all I have to say about that folks. (In my best Southern accent, of course.)

~SS