Keep calm and love erections…

I’m so stoked. I’ve discovered silly romance. I can’t get away from loving sharp sexiness and no matter how much I try I can’t stop myself from writing sexy headlines that make me burst into laughter (when serious boys make serious comments about them I don’t laugh so much, hence why I sometimes try putting a restraining order on myself…but it usually lasts for an hour until I find something else that makes me burst into laughter…) and I don’t take teddy bears too seriously…but I’ve decided to give love a go. For a month (at least) I’m gonna cross my own comfort zones and do and say all those cheesy things I feel. I mean I already do that, but there’s a difference when you actively pursue something. I’m now pursuing romance. Not just the boy meets girl kind (I’m still waiting for a boy, so we can cute meet, as they say in the film industry) but in general just allowing myself to give of myself entirely without the need of perfection when doing so. And love. Just love. A hell with perfection. Hello heart. And hello giving of heart.

It’s like, you love erections if you’re a woman, right? I mean if you love the man, perverts be gone. Even so giving a man you love an erection can be quite nervwrecking. I mean there are different ways of giving a man an erection and some, can be quite easy, no fuss. Men are after all quite easy to please. Put your hand there. Right. Easy. Now, if you really love someone though, you may want to give him something more than that, you may want to really show your enthusiasm and do a striptease, or tie him up in bed and paint him with chocolate….and quite a few things can go wrong in such scenarios… (Darling, I’m stuck in my dress…erm, could you help me out?) It used to freak me out. I’m not perfect. I might get the moves wrong. Yet, what we love isn’t perfection. Perfection is an image on a screen. Love is what we feel when we laugh together, cry together and truly connect with someone. We love them because we get them, we feel them, we know them. We don’t love plastic dolls because even though they are perfect we don’t connect with them.

When someone shows you just how much they love your tits and ass, or erection, so if they can’t pull off the perfect striptease, we love it. The sexy bit is their willingness to show their sexiness with you (given you are compatible. I’m sure we’ve all encountered people we erm weren’t compatible with and he looked at you, you looked at him, both thinking “you suck..” …and you weren’t gonna suck it, let’s just put it that way…). So anyway, with a gorgeous person, your enthusiasm for their erection will be sufficient to make their heart go boom. Share of yourself. Give of yourself. It’s the most precious gift you have.