denny-1's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Crispy Cream I�m falling endlessly into a pit of crispy creams. They are engulfing my soul. Eating my metabolism. Leaving lead in my belly. PMS. My tits are so huge they look like a set of cannons ready to be fired. I mean real BIG. Puffed up, swelled up, ballOOns. I look like a porn star. I�ve often wondered what it would be like to be a porn star. I thought about it on the drive into work this morning. Thinking�how do they actually stay wet down there. I wonder if the women get off every time they fuck. I wonder if they actually gain any real enjoyment out of it. Is it a job?�an endless fucking task? Evidence suggests that men always get off. But women, this is another story. It�s very easy, very very easy to convince a man that you�ve gotten off. Every woman will agree, I�m convinced. However, men, as far as I know, can�t get off without shooting�if this is not the case, I would love to know� I imagine that the men in the porn industry do this not only for the money�but for the fuck. Whereas women do this solely for the money. I could be wrong, but I can�t imagine any women being so sex obsessed that they find utter enjoyment every time they fuck a stranger. �once or twice�maybe even 10 to 15 times�but imaging fucking over 20 people in a night? The probability that all of these women are getting off, is just absurd. I am of the opinion that women get excited from what goes on in their heads. It�s as if they create their fantasies and then make them into a reality, their reality. But all of these thoughts of fancy can be easily distracted, and if the head is clouded then so is the rest of the body. This is how it happens for me. I�m willing to bet that this happens to most. If I were a porn star my name would be Crispy Cream. 9:55 a.m. - 2003-11-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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