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Click hereWHO AM I?
I'm not very good with the ladies
Though for me it's a mystery why
I'd soon have them in stitches
If only the bitches
Would give me a reasonable try.
It's true I do tend to cum early
But that's lack of practice, I say
I just need more time with a girlie
Who doesn't assume that I'm gay.
When I cum before entry her smirk
Tends to say rather too much
I'm a big man and not just a jerk
And deserve to be treated as such.
Yes, you'd think the sluts would be quite grateful
At the chance of a partner like I
Yet they just roll their eyes
As they say their goodbyes
And it seems that they can't wait to fly.
In frustration I met with a tranny
From whom I expected due awe
But when my cum was too quick
Even she sounded sick
As she hurriedly showed me the door.
It means there's nothing left for it
A different stiff rod I must use
So this one's full of ink
Which I hope makes a stink
For my fellow sad sacks to amuse.
Who am I?
An anonymous critic!
she is a skilled writer specializing in transsexual stories. No doubt the poem illustrates not her problem but one that many men have, i.e. cuming to quick. Today there are medications that keep a penis from shooting it's load to quickly so all is not lost on the stocking leg or floor before being welcomed by the target of interest. My sister once met with a guy who upon embracing her when she entered his apartment, came all over her dress. He offered to pay for the dry cleaning but she remarked, "If only you were."
Oh yes, the cumings and going of human sexuality are filled with pot holes. Most men under 35 are naturals, show them a glory hole or any orifice and they are off to the races, depositing their inhibitions in a timely fashion; but there is no more cutting disapproval of one's performance sexually then that of a partner whose gas tank was unfilled. And the price of petrol is forever going up across the pond. Thanks, dear CarrieQ for gifting us with one of your rare poems.