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Men, of a certain age have become very
fucking lazy. I mean, they’ve always
been lazy, sitting in front of the television and shouting out to their women:
'Hey
babe, bring me another beer'.
Or...
'Hey
babe, won’t you just rub my shoulders while I scratch my arse'.
But
lately the Internet has made them worse - far worse.
Now,
in between watching soccer, they sit in front of their computers, and they
surf. They surf, mostly for sex. They’re on porn sites or online
dating sites, which these days are mostly one and the same.
Men get their rocks off online.
It’s easy. They don’t have to make an effort. They don’t have to clean up, shave or wear clothes. They don’t have to get in a car, pay for
petrol, and even worse, pay for dinner.
They can be online, they can be anyone they
want to be, and they can fuck to their hearts content, without risk of heart
attack. And they don’t have to work at
getting the woman to have an orgasm.
The biggest benefit is they can do this at
half time, so they don’t miss a single bit of the soccer.
Women, on the other hand, are getting
bored. I know I am. I am bored of meeting men (not on porn sites,
but on dating sites) who within three minutes of a conversation, allude to
online sex. Men who within three minutes
of a conversation think you want to see a picture of their dick.
Dicks. Hmmm.
Women’s private parts are pretty. We’re soft and fleshy, we have folds that
lead to special places, we’re kinda pink and mysterious and fragile, we taste
good, we smell good, we’re delicious.
Dicks can be attractive too, if they belong to a man that you really
like and KNOW. But when it’s a photo of a strange dick,
bright red and close up, I don’t know about you, but it does not do it for me.
Last night someone sent me - not just a picture - a VIDEO!
This was a first.
I had spoken to the guy online, on a 'reputable'
dating site. He seemed nice. His profile was that of a businessman. His photo was decent. He lives nearby.
We chatted for a while, decided that it would
be worth meeting, and we exchanged phone numbers. I rarely exchange phone numbers anymore,
because I’ve developed trust issues, but, as I said, he seemed decent.
Within three minutes I had a video.
I had a video of him masturbating.
His bright red, huge, thick dick, pulsating, in and out, getting redder and thicker and actually more disgusting with every movement.
I couldn’t help watching, although after
about twenty seconds I was heading to the kitchen to make banana bread. It felt like a much more satisfying thing to
do.
I haven’t deleted the video, or him. Mostly because I am sick and tired, and because I know he is not who he says on the site. And I am sure that while he sits doing what
he does, there probably is a wife weeping in the kitchen, her tears spilling into
her own cake mixture.
I am sick of liars, cheats and perverts.
And mostly I am sick of dick pics.
I’m going to find out who he really
is. And I’m going to give him a
fright. I don’t want to see a dick
pic. I certainly don’t want to see a
video.
I don’t want anyone else to see these
things either, unless they choose to of course.
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