my life is getting incredibly boring sitting here waiting for you.
I am drawn to guys who have money and big dicks. G only has one of those two; since we’re continually broke, it’s not difficult to figure out which one.
If I had to choose between the two, money or a big penis, I’d take the big penis (which is probably why I’m still with him). Because money comes and goes and I’d be the same miserable jerk even if I had loads of cash. If G had a teeny tiny? Well, no amount of money is going to make up for that. Plus, guys who have big penises have an intrinsic sort of confidence to them that a lack of skills in all other areas of life can’t touch. He’ll never need to do the stupid things guys do to make up for their penile shortcomings. He may have self-esteem issues with his level of education, his bank account, his entire life, but below the belt, well…ain’t nothing to sweat about there, he can walk tall and with a swagger.
And I’m not just talking length here either, because it’s the entire umm, package, as it were, that matters. Circumference, length, smoothness, hardness, heft. I’ve broke bread with many a penis and I can admit to you here and now that the balls and chain of my ball-and-chain tops the list.
I’m totally kidding. I don’t like guys just because they have money.
All the other stuff, though, that’s true.
- You burned my heart with a flickering torch
- Your depths made a pressure that punctured my works