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Good looks...bad sex?
5:10AM on July 24, 2009

SENARIO ONE: Well built man, rock hard six pack abs, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine ad. Of course, you lust after him like a cat in heat; the mere sight of him makes your panties wet on the spot. You get the chance to get down and "dirty" with him and his skills are marginal, at best. He's not terrible in bed, but you've had much better. But, he damn easy on the eyes, and thats all that matters. Or does it?

SENARIO TWO: This guy got skills!! Can eat the lining out of a pussy, nice sized dick and KNOWS what to do with it; in more ways than you can even imagine. You've never cum as many times as you have with him, in ONE night. BUT, on the looks meter he's only busting a strong 7, and thats being generous. He's got a bit of a gut, and is balding a lil bit.

I was having a discussion with a lady friend who was watching the Mr. Marcus video I posted in my previous blog. She was all in "lust" over him and all excited about watching the video, until I brought up the point about his actual skills. Up to that point, she had never paid much attention to what he was doing because she was so in awe of his looks; and I can admit, dude is very well put together. When she went back and watched the video again, and looked at it with a more critical eye, she found that he wasn't doing anything extraordinary. Matter of fact, according to her, he wasn't really doing much at all, especially compared to the men she had been with. It totally changed how she saw him, and maybe how she views pornos, from this point on.

"It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same." -Fabienne, from PULP FICTION

We all, at some point, are visual creatures. A lot of the asssessments we make about people, initially, come from our what we see. Then we can usually delve deeper when we interact with them. But, it seems, most times we are so fixated on looks that we focus ONLY on that initiall judgement that we've made about them. So you continue to entertain a person, with "dime" looks and lackluster skills, OVERLOOKING the "average" looking people who maybe able to take you to the next "level". This is not to say that ALL "pretty" people lack skills (because we know thats a lie) and that all "average" people HAVE skills (because we know that, too, is a lie); that's as bad as the phallacy that ALL good pussy eaters CANT put "it" down. In the end, as the saying goes, we all look the same in the dark. Now what you gonna do when the lights go out?

OUCH!!
3:23AM on July 12, 2009

So, as I pick up the story, we are in the hotel room, in the middle of some "getting ready to leave/we got 10 minutes" fucking; if things hadn't already gotten very hot and heavy, the intensity alone would've set off the smoke alarms. She's on the bed, on her back, legs WAY up in the air; not quite on my shoulders but damn close. She's on the edge of the bed, damn near falling off of it; but does that stop me? HELL NO!! I go a little harder, stroke a little deeper, until, finally, we do tumble onto the hotel room floor. But, again. does that stop me? HELL NO!! So we continue on the floor doin the damn thing.

Finally, she is just at the point of orgasm, so I increase the depth and angle of my stroke to get that nut outta here and she suddenly explodes. But, when she does she thrusts her hips upward and clamps her legs around my waist. Caught in the wave of her orgasm, and subsequent hip thrusts, I'm push upward, also. Upward, onto the waiting corner of the door of the entertainment center that we happen to be laying at the base of. Suddenly, I feel something VERY sharp dig into my back and "scoop" a good portion of skin from my back. But with the intensity of her cumming and the strength of her, already, powerful thighs, I was a slave to her orgasm, meaning my upward swing continued and more skin was peeled from my back like a rip banana.

At that point, my screams of "OH FUCK" and the look of sheer pain on my face alerted her to the fact that my screams were NOT screams of passion, but screams of utter agony. Once, the convulsions of her orgasm were over and I was released from the nutcracker-like grip of her thighs, I was able to scramble to the bathroom to assess the damage my back had just received; and it was nasty. As Bernie Mac would say, I was dug right down to the "white meat"; I mean several layers of skin were lost and the bleeding was, uncontrolable, to say the least. To add insult to injury, the skin that, once, resided on my back, could STILL be seen stuck to the corner of the solid oak entertainment center door.

After bloodying several Marriott towels, several cleanings and several MORE screams of pain the bleeding was contained and my back was sufficiently dressed. Now you are probably saying, why didn't I go to emergency? Well, thats just me being hard headed; we were on our way to party and were already running late (for obvious reasons) so it was time to just "suck it up" and keep it moving.

A great time was had at the party and an even greater time was had AFTER the party, even with my back being SUPER sore in that spot (it STAYED sore for a whole week after). But, I am left with a permanent reminder of that night. So, fam, have you suffered any physical injuries during the course of relations, either permanent or temporary? The floor is open....