Friday, October 21, 2011

Reasons That I Could NEVER Be President

…or in any other position to negotiate for that matter

I am a pretty good secret keeper. I have to admit that. I mean aside from living a completely secret life, having a secret blog, secret friends and of course secret lovers I keep confidential information under wraps at work, home…for clients, friends and relatives.

Hell, I am so good these days at acting “normal” that idiot XXX is beginning to wonder if our affair was just a dream I think.

So the other day when I was locked away in a hotel room with Rav being fucked like I have never been fucked in my life quite honestly I came to a realization. If anybody ever found out my weakness they would hold the key to every secret I ever had.

See, Rav is a talker in bed, a dirty talker that is. And while yes, that is clearly one of my weaknesses, it turns out that the combination of fucking me while talking dirty to me and specifically asking me questions could potentially be a lethal combination if I were ever to hold an office of power.

Okay, you want specifics don’t you?

Well, first of all just after reaching “The Point of No Return” as Rav called it which as he said was “when the head of my cock splits the lips of your pussy”, just after reaching that point, just after that initial penetration and maybe one or two thrusts into it Rav asked “Are you sure you are going to be able to do this without getting emotionally attached?’

Now ladies, I am sure you know what I am talking about here when I say at the point when a man’s long hard dick first pierces the promised land and one, two, 10 good thrusts into it I would hand over the keys to my car for him to keep going. How about you?

He also said things to me that in an ordinary situation I would make some sort of wise ass comment. He said “You haven’t been fucked real good in a long time have you?” Now I will admit that initially my feelings were a little hurt. He had touched a nerve. Not only was he right but that happens to be one of my biggest insecurities, that men don’t find me attractive and therefore don’t want to fuck me. However, in my weakened mental state at that point where I was so close to cumming that I didn’t want anything to disrupt it I sucked it up went with the premise that he was randomly commenting to turn me on and guess what…it worked. I have no idea whether it was the sound of his voice or what he was saying or the fact that he was putting it in question form which forced me to maintain a certain amount of consciousness but damn if it didn’t make me cum.

There was a point where things just got ridiculous and I couldn’t STOP cumming. I was on top of him rocking back and forth. He was talking to me and said “are you going to cum for me?” It came to me so easily. He felt it or at least he said he did and then he said “are you going to cum for me again?” And even quicker this time I came again. I was hypnotized by his voice. His wish was my command. I submitted myself willingly all the while wondering how he could do it. How was he able to maintain his cool, calm and collected wits while my head was spinning and my lower body had taken on a life of its own?

And so now the world knows. Well, those of you who are reading this know. I could never run for office, be a national spy or hold any position that deals with negotiation and it all comes down to a hard dick thrusting inside of me and a little bit of dirty questioning.


Ryan Beaumont said...

So the big question, which foreign leader would you hand the keys of the car over to if you were Pres and he was doin' it for you? Sarcozy? Putin?

Naughty Kitty said...

LOL...I would have handed them over to freakin' Osama Bin Laden the other day ;)