All the players in the house know exactly what I am talking about.....’
The rare woman who is an 9.5-10 that you actually like as a human being.
The holy grail of poonanni!
They are rare as rocking-horse shit.
It seems the hotter they are,the propensity for being an insane douchebag just climbs proportionally with the beauty.
These two factors in my experience are integral 80% of the time.
Beauty always comes with a severe price.....that which will grind your soul to a pulp,destroy your wallet,peace of mind,induce self doubt and spontaneously generate insanity and torment.
You will do things that your conscience does not agree with.
You will sell away a small portions of your soul and sanctity for this hot box to hell.
It all gets justified when you are 69’ing with her and you look over at her in the blue light with you manhood in her mouth and realize you are at the pantheon of poontang.
Those tender fleeting moments in the early AM when you wake up to take a champagne piss and see her sleeping like a playboy bunny angel on satin sheets after you’ve mauled her every which way imaginable.... it makes you feel bullet proof and repairs some of the damage.
Automatically you justify the hassle,the blood,tears,soul sacrifice,lost sleep and sweat involved in landing this precious slice of effervescent mcgumbo stew.
But there is always a price.
Couple that price with the guaranteed inherently flawed personality,massive ingrained insecurity,vile repugnant self absorption,humungous levels of selfishness and predictable jealous behavior towards every move ANY other hot bitch makes within her douchebag antennae range and you will be questioning the reason why you are with her at all.
Thru time I have gotten better at walking away within 30 seconds from these sirens and have enjoyed the company and depth of 7-8s a lot more.
Sadly like a dog that chases it’s tail and licks it’s own ballsac because it can I inevitably find myself back at the altar of insane high end beauty with my achilles heel sliced to the bone,bleeding all over the fucking place.
This situation is most prevalent for me within the confines of the US and Canada.
BUT make no mistake True beauty can make you miserable the world over.
Thoughts on this..... gents?
The rare woman who is an 9.5-10 that you actually like as a human being.
The holy grail of poonanni!
They are rare as rocking-horse shit.
It seems the hotter they are,the propensity for being an insane douchebag just climbs proportionally with the beauty.
These two factors in my experience are integral 80% of the time.
Beauty always comes with a severe price.....that which will grind your soul to a pulp,destroy your wallet,peace of mind,induce self doubt and spontaneously generate insanity and torment.
You will do things that your conscience does not agree with.
You will sell away a small portions of your soul and sanctity for this hot box to hell.
It all gets justified when you are 69’ing with her and you look over at her in the blue light with you manhood in her mouth and realize you are at the pantheon of poontang.
Those tender fleeting moments in the early AM when you wake up to take a champagne piss and see her sleeping like a playboy bunny angel on satin sheets after you’ve mauled her every which way imaginable.... it makes you feel bullet proof and repairs some of the damage.
Automatically you justify the hassle,the blood,tears,soul sacrifice,lost sleep and sweat involved in landing this precious slice of effervescent mcgumbo stew.
But there is always a price.
Couple that price with the guaranteed inherently flawed personality,massive ingrained insecurity,vile repugnant self absorption,humungous levels of selfishness and predictable jealous behavior towards every move ANY other hot bitch makes within her douchebag antennae range and you will be questioning the reason why you are with her at all.
Thru time I have gotten better at walking away within 30 seconds from these sirens and have enjoyed the company and depth of 7-8s a lot more.
Sadly like a dog that chases it’s tail and licks it’s own ballsac because it can I inevitably find myself back at the altar of insane high end beauty with my achilles heel sliced to the bone,bleeding all over the fucking place.
This situation is most prevalent for me within the confines of the US and Canada.
BUT make no mistake True beauty can make you miserable the world over.
Thoughts on this..... gents?