Fornication, to pick a word, is my philosophy, my world view, my raison d’etre.
I for one don’t go in for romance and relationships. I stopped looking for love in all the right places around the time I gave up on Santa Claus. I have a sex addiction, for sure, but beyond that I suppose I’m a little off, a little twisted. But, you know, I’m not guilty about it. Maybe nature just hard wires some people a little different. Maybe serving the needs of men in that way is my function, my little niche on the planet. Maybe it’s the pheromones. Whatever it is, I crave it.
No, I don’t believe in love. I just believe in the fuck. The fuck, and the craving for the fuck; and the only relationship I need is an introduction to a good hard dick. Besides, the way I see it, the only thing a man needs to love about me, when its all said and done, is that feeling he gets when he runs it deep up against the walls of this pussy-hole to get that feeling he likes!
About Me
- Susan Rhys-Jones
- Midwest, United States
- I'm a twisted bitch! Not to dredge up the past, but I was born and raised in the plain white bread suburbs of the Midwest. Eventually I ran away from that green-lawn-hell and crossed over to the gritty underbelly of city life. I love cities, especially the parts of the cities you don’t find in tourist pamphlets. The city is a man’s world, and I like to be the bottom of a man’s world.
1 comment:
I like your frankness. I like your open-ness.I like to read the thoughts of a woman who likes sex more than love. I share your love of desolate, abandonned, industrial sites. There are thousands of people like you, but, sadly, very few write about themselves. I only wish I could share your thoughts more often.
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