Cunnilingus = Cool, Part III

Home, I debated posting an entry about Dorney Park and half-naked people. Oh yes. I love people watching. Cliff pointed out how only around 20% of people are worth looking at. I think that number is a little low, but whatever. Okay, half the population is female. That’s 50%, right there. There’s those that are too old, and those that are too young. Uh. I don’t feel like thinking of an actual number. I saw plenty of eye-candy. I’m becoming less and less ashamed of girl-watching. I’m like a dirty old man. Except I’m neither old nor dirty. Though I am slightly randy. *giggles* Girls can look at me all they want. Go ahead! Stare at my crotch! (Or my sexy chest.) I won’t be offended! LOOK AT ME. I used to be anal about respecting women. I fucking created Pussism. It’s not like I’m going to coherce anybody into having sexual relations with me. I’m just looking. I don’t descriminate as much as most guys would, as far as girl-watching goes. Ooohh. Giiirrrlllsss.

*bobs to Down Rodeo*

If I were Bi, I’d have more to look at. Sure, I do notice attractive males. But, I’m not attracted to them. *shrugs* Whatever. I like girls. (As if there was any doubt about that.) It’s almost a good thing society says that girls should cover their boobs. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be so tantalizing. They wouldn’t be covered and hidden. (Well, maybe not hidden, ha ha.) Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, cunnilingus is cool. Ever since I tasted my finger after fingering Angel, cunnilingus has been one of my top fantasies. I’d be giving her pleasure with my tongue, lips, and fingers. And tasting her from the source. What could be sexier?

Angel spoiled me by shaving down there. It wasn’t until a few months ago that it occurred to me, “Wait, just how hairy is it down there, naturally?” I concluded that it’s just hair, and it really doesn’t matter. I did have some minor fears about cunnilingus. “What if I get down there and I realize it’s not what I thought it was?” “What if I get down there and have no idea what to do?” After going down on Hairbrush, I’ve concluded that I LOVE CUNNILINGUS. I pity guys that have hang-ups about it. She was a little hairy down there, but whatever. Girls are people, too, not just limbs attached to sex organs. The hair really didn’t bother me. Taste? I liked it. Little strong at first, but to be expected. It’ll be a while before I can make a girl cum without direction, but I’m a very eager learner. *smiles* And that’s precisely why having good communication is important. Someone’s gotta teach me out to do it, or at least give me good feedback on what I’m doing.

So yeah, I never wrote that entry about Dorney Park and half-naked beautiful girls with bouncing boobs that you can’t keep your eyes off until you realize you’re staring and it’s rude to stare because some girls probably hate that kind of attention but others probably flaunt it to get that kind of attention even though that kind of attention isn’t exactly the right kind of attention. *blinks* I should balance my dirty old man-ness with my love of cunnilingus-ness. I love cunnilingus. There, done. I seem to be drawing a blank for why I decided to write that entry about my new rubber Vagina. Oh. Duh. After dropping everyone off, I went over to Cupid’s Treasure, to check out prices. They had JUST closed. (1 AM.) And for those keeping tabs on my sex toys, I named her Bambi. Sweet and virginal. Yet oddly sluttish.

I vacuumed the inside of The Van this afternoon. I don’t know what compelled me to do it. Oh. I was going to get The Van washed, and I thought I should clean the inside first. Took a while, and I was drained after I did it. Went to Cupid’s Treasure and bought Bambi. Just like that. I’m totally desensitized to sex shops. I remember when I used to be nervous to go in there. Now I’m a friggin vet. I know the guy at the register doesn’t really care about your sex life too much. (Or, well, he’s not bothered by it.) Day in, day out, they see people buy shit from their store. Shemale porn videos. A girl’s first dildo/vibrator/Venus Butterfly. A big guy named “Bruce” buying the biggest butt plug in stock. One guy in pigtails buying a pink silicon pussy is not that out of the ordinary. …Then I went and washed the car. *laughs*

For lack of anything else to do, I came home and.. gave Bambi a test drive. I should have thought more about the texture on the inside. It has these.. thingies. Pointly thingies. It’s silicon, but still. It made my penis feel thicker than the average penis, but um. It came with a vibrating egg, which fits into something attached to it. That was a unique feeling. I got into a rhythm. Turned the vibrations up. *smiles* Yes, underaged minor on OD, Timmy had an orgasm. I was immediately faced with how to clean Bambi. I turned the thing inside-out, but it’s clear I can’t keep doing that. If silicon (or whatever it is) isn’t one piece, it’ll break apart. I snipped off the ends to the pointy things, in the hopes it’ll be more penis-friendly next time. Beats me if other guys enjoy that. I should have gotten the strawberry-scented one. That one looked more penis-friendly. But. I thought the scent would get annoying, eventually. Silly me. And I actually studied the boxes beforehand! Not like it was quick in and out. I have no problem standing in a sex store, studying the box of a rubber Vagina. Oh well, if it turns out to be a bust, I still have a vibrating egg. I’m sure I can find some uses for it. *winks*

I had some leftover Taco Salad for dinner. The beef/rice should last me for the rest of the week. I had another Steward’s Root Beer. Good shit. I watched part of the NBA Finals, because there was nothing else on. Geez, those announcers suck. I’ve heard complaints about the ABC announcers for the Stanley Cup Finals, but geez. Explain this to me: How can there be a role-player in Basketball? Aside from moving around and passing the ball, there isn’t much to basketball. I mean, other than SHOOTING. (From someone who only likes hockey.) Lotta shooting in basketball. When are you supposed to cheer, after every friggin basket? That’s too much. Which is why I didn’t finish watching the game. In hockey, I see a role player as someone who doesn’t mind mucking and grinding, winning battles in the corner. Exersions of sheer strength and will. There aren’t many hand-on-hand struggles for the ball in basketball.

Nevermind. Oh dude, I have work in the morning. Work. What a concept. Blah. I want more sleep. Stupid entry took too long.