kicking knowledge

aight, boys and bitches. i got some knowledge to kick. its about sex(shocking, i know) but its also about relationships. i've said this before. guys have it harder when it comes to sex, as far as making the opposite cum. shit, girls have it easy. i mean, lets be honest, different guys have "things" that they're into that getting the engines running. but all in all, you stroke one way, you stroke another way, its all coming out regardless. thats why if i had a quarter everytime i heard a girl say "im really good at giving head. i never heard any complaints". ofcourse you havent! they want you to give them another one before they kick your ass out the crib. on the other hand, for a guy to make a girl cum. oh, fugetaboutit. the stars have to aline, the moon has to be to the east, robin thicke has to be playing in the background. some might think this is a cop out, but i honestly believe(and anyone that knows women will agree) that this is bonefide. for example, don fucking juan, cassanova, and johnny depp could fuck a random chick, made hundres of bitches cum, maybe come across a girl that no matter what he does cant get her to blow. why is this? well, its cuz, girls, unlike guys, have to let themselves "go". they have to feel comfortable with the dude and more imortantly comfy with themselves. thats why older chicks have it easier. so thats to say no matter what a guy does if a girl doesnt want to let go then she wont. simple. starting to agree with my logic? good. ;) however, there is a flipside to the coin. girls have it easier to get a guy off in the short term(i.e. one night) but they have it harder in the long run. see, biologicaly guys need variety. this is a fact(i heard dr. drew say this once on loveline). so after the 1year mark girls gotta start getting creative(i.e. whips, chains, video camera, etc...). meanwhile, guys could their girl off a little easier, if they want or have an effort. cuz they know their buttons. and girls feel comfy. i prob have more to say, but im tired, bored, and simply dont give a fuck. hopefully you get the gist by now; either that or you're slow as fuck and shouldnt be reading. hahah gnight!

a feel good story

ok, here we go. its a sunday. i wake up like any other sunday. im planning on going to venice with a buddy. put on a tshirt and flip flops. spend the day at venice, shopping, and checking out scattered ass. good times. my buddy needs to drop off milk at his grandma's house in our old neighborhood afterwards. while im waiting i seez this super cute blondie walking down my street. when he comes back i tell him this, he's like where'd she go, lets find her. we catch up to her and start shooting the shit. we were planning on going to grab a bite anyways and invite her. shes down. during dinner my friend is trying to make convo. im trying to make sex talk. i dont at all deviate from talking about sex nearly the entire dinner. after "getting to know" her a bit shes some chick from middle of nowhere america trying to do something in sunny la. anyways, dinner is over and we're deciding what to do. look, its sunday, we should hang out and party. we tell her to get a friend and lets make a night of it. shes down but apparently doesnt know any girls. that bitch! she has a roomy, a lesbian, but shes makes her out to be a manhater. she says she'll ask if she wants to hang. she does. all this time im thinking this is a waste of time. hanging out with a manhater. anyways, long story short, about 20min into hanging out i realized this was no manhater. she was young, lesbian, black, and hot. we're drinking, playing games, stripping/drinkin, games, having fun. my friend started hooking up with blondie in his kitchen(he lived in a studio). im chillin, in my boxers and charm. she's in bra and panties. this lesbo starts rubbing my cock saying its been a while since she had cock in her, blah blah blah. im like, well, im right hurr. we go to the bathroom and fuck our brains out. we never saw either girl again, it was magical. needless to say i broke a few major taboos for me that night. fucking a black lesbo. shit, how many can just throw that fact about them out there? ;)

another story

and here we go...another round of drunkin writings. you ready? im psyked! ok, i was talking to this one chickenhead off myspace for a bit. i was 25ish, shes 32ish. older. but cute. asian or half asian. they age well. g*dbless them. was suppose to come to her party for halloween but because i was trashed and so was my friend who was driving never made it. so one day im online, maybe a month after halloween, and we start shooting the shit online. im tipsy, shes high. match made in heaven, right!? anyways, we(I) decide we should hang out...that night. she lived in a castle of a house of balboa in the hills. she was house sitting for some producer or something. the house was made out of concrete or bricks. it was old style and nice. huge. i come thru around 11pm on a weekday. a couple drinks and convo later(30min lol) and we start hooking up. i got no rubber on my person. dont ask me why. back then i had the mentality of a night out. expect a great night and it lets you down, go out and not give a shit and it should be a great night. i went out ready to get laid, but not planning it. anyways, so i says im gonna go to raphs down the block to pick up condoms. i saw gary buseys son with some hot piece of blonde there too, probably also picking up condoms. anyways, i come back and we go right at it. we're in her room. its pitch black, aka dark as fuck. im taking off my shirt and she taking her pants or something. all of a sudden i hear a thud. a major thud. um...it sounded just like a person hitting a wooden/concrete floor. my intial thought is: what was that.. my second thought(after about a minute of silence and common sense) is she fell, hit something important, and is dead. my 3rd thought is: am i still getting laid tonight(but it was way in the back of my head at this point). i thought what the fuck, i come over, bitch falls, and cracks her head. not the "perfect date" anyways, she snaps out of it after and minute or so. I, like the gentleman i am, make sure shes ok, and get back to whats really important. FUCKING. after this magical evening, we "dated" for about a month. when i say dated i mean we got drunk and high, fucked, listed to music, and watched chappelle show in between. needless to say, it was good times. stayed tuned next time: same battime, same bat channel. bitches!