On 2024-11-09 15:41:44 PortoButcher said:
"We laid down awkwardly beside one another, hands lightly grazing bodies. It was safe to say I'd be "performing" tonight. He slid off his sweatpants, revealing a small penis surrounded by thick stubble. A quick preliminary whiff conveyed notes of cheese and black mould, so much so that I wondered if his dick had died along with his parents."
On 2024-11-12 08:16:42 Russian Bridgitte said:
Some of the things written are quite sad.
:(
RB
On 2024-11-09 15:37:50 PortoButcher said:
You guys are also fake shaggers. All these reviews are fake and embellished.
From "Modern Whore, by Andre Werhun:
"However, all of them either omitted details or flat-out lied about the course of events in our sessions.
Their reviews read more like erotic fanfiction than objective criticism, and methinks that most hobbyists come for the fucking but stay for the writing.
The literary genre produced is a circle jerk of mediocrity, with men yanking their chains to the sexual failures of their sexual providers---a collective battle cry of jizz-streams and acronyms employed to boost the power of the review over the dignity of the whore."
"MY MEETING WITH MR. EMBELLISHER-IN-CHIEF
Attractiveness: 6.4 -- Mr. CEO looked like a bloated old fish stick with warts all over his face and body. His eyes were beady, but exacting, which I liked.
Reciprocity Index: 7.5 -- The conversation was engaging and I always love an amiable disagreement with someone I'm about to fuck. Keeps things interesting. The CEO agreed with then--Prime Minister Stephen Harper that the Keystone XL Pipeline was integral to the U.S. and Canadian economies. He disliked my argument that the pipeline was an unsustainable environmental risk, countering that the pipeline would create jobs, which is far more important than preserving freshwater lakes. I appreciated the CEO's gumption but wholly rejected his opinion on the subject.
Value: 8.5 -- Listen, we never had sex. Penis-in-vagina sex, anyway. It turned out Mr. CEO could not physically sustain a boner long enough to have sex, nor could he ejaculate. He attributed this fact to an unfortunate accident with a bicycle before he hit puberty. A bump in the road and the CEO's prepubescent ball sack slammed the frame, preventing the old man before me from ever ejaculating again. And so, my meeting with Mr. CEO was one of heated political debate, light", light pussy munching, and a blow job that never came to "completion." Sounds like a good time to me!
Personality: 8.0 -- I like a man who isn't afraid to intellectually spar with a woman, even if his opinions were deliberately ignorant of the environmental implications of a giant cross-national oil pipeline. Meh. We did make each other laugh a little.
Skills, moves: 4.0 -- This guy, besides getting on his knees at the edge of the bed to eat my "impeccably clean" pussy (was he my third or fourth of the night? I can't recall), was a complete beached whale. But at least he has moves in his review."