A friend of mine swears that her boyfriend doesn’t like porn. Of course he doesn’t. Neither do I. In fact, all men are disgusted by it. We just pretend to like it because we’re too damn afraid to say how we really feel.
I mean, come on. What’s so exciting about one woman taking on three guys? Nothing. It’s repulsive. And that girl-on-girl stuff? Frankly, it makes me want to puke. (Especially if they’re wearing cheerleader uniforms and sucking on lollipops.)
You know what I really fantasize about? Deep, meaningful conversation. I mean, really deep. With hard facts. Deep and hard. Talking all night long. Talking until I feel like my tongue is going to fall off. And then, just when she feels like she can’t take it anymore, driving it home with a fascinating anecdote. Ah, yeah. That’s the stuff. Porn Liars suck.
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