Who The Hell Knows....
So I watched tons of women throw tons of money at men tonight. Black men, white men,and best of all this Puerto Rican poppy named Ecstasy...I saw more money flying in there than I could ever imagine. What makes men and women give up their hard earned money for a few minutes of pleasure? Now I know you are wondering why I was there in the first place...well... I have just stared a "side hustle". I am now a Passion Party consultant(shoot me an email or call me to setup a party!!!). I deal in massage oils, edible gels, toys, lingerie, books..fun stuff! So I figured, for bachelorette party purposes....maybe I should get to know some strippers. Might be good for business. Ok, and the fact that I just wanted to go! So I went to this all male revue and got as many numbers as I could... Thanks "A" for being my lead in!
So as I sat there watching "Ecstasy", who was a fine specimen of Puerto Rican man, age 24, height around 6', weight around 175, six pack included, black baseball cap with black windsuit pants on over some tiny black boxer briefs...but who was really paying attention. He was bad as hell. I wondered what it would be like to be his girl. I wondered if he had a girl. And if he did, how does she feel knowing all these women were touching all over her man. Paying him to grind his hips into them for just a minute or two. Um um um. If he was mine, I don't think I would want anyone falling all out over him, I would ended it...quick. I'm greedy and very jealous, I would not share. Not for anything!
These brings me to our discussion points for the day. Could you be in a committed relationship with a stripper? Have you ever tried? Could you deal with your man or your woman being desired and touched all over night after night?
By the way...none of these dudes could ever mess with my hubby...he's the baddest of all. :) I see ya, Sideways.