Any man can pull out his d**k and stick it in a woman. Hell, my 13 year old cousin, Chris, can do that. You wanna be a major player in the "skins" game (and I ain't talking about golf), you got to bring more to the table than what you got in your pants. Say the average man can really hold himself maybe 30 or 40 minutes, right? Cool. But in my experience with women, and the business of profiting off their pleasure, you f**k a lady that long. You stiff a bi**h or a ho with a hard batch of d**k, 10-15 minutes tops, and you send her on her merry way. That's just the way of the world.
Yet, where does the money come into play?
Hold on, my friend...I will get there.
Haste will obviously be your biggest problem.
When you f**king with a LADY, especially one in a metropolitan city like Atlanta, you have to realize that d**k comes a dime a dozen. She can toss a quarter in the street and hit a ni**a that wants to f**k within the first 5 minutes (if that long). He could be a pizza delivery guy...a dope boy...a CEO of a Fortune 500 company...or another bum ass ni**a.
You...you're just ordinary. A 9-5 job...a $25,000 car...barely enough $$$ to get into a decent club, let alone VIP.
And yet, how does she choose?
Conversation.
It's what separates all men. The type of women I serve as clients to my business automatically know they can use their money, power, and pu**y to get anything they want. They stalk the grounds like a confident man does when he enters a boardroom knowing he is about to seal a big deal. They laugh at meager attempts to buy their affection or time by offering to buy rounds of drinks for her and her girls. And when they go home to their empty condo or to their limp-natured husbands, the one thing they forgot to ask was:
How was your day?
The power of engaging a woman in a decent conversation is almost like a lost art; however, when you are able to hold your own on topics ranging from politics to religion to sports to the Wall Street Journal, a woman will gladly pay for that. She is intrigued by a man that does more than peer into her blouse to get a peek at her breasts even though they are clearly showing. She checks your intentions before you even walk over to her, yet mix a tantalizing convo with a bit of charm, and the fire is already lit within her inner walls.
She rides your d**k like there is no tomorrow. She sucks, f**ks, and bucks you like she hasn't had a man in years.
It's not that she can't have it. It's not that she can't get it. It's about a man who is pleasing to the mind. Not that physical aesthetics aren't just as pleasing, but with d**k being so easily available, being able to ease her mind with meaningful banter rather than barbaric advances of lust is worth it's weight in gold.
And I do mean GOLD....
Ask about me.
B.A.D.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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