I can’t believe you buy it
Every time I try to fake it
In sobriety there is a circle amongst those not laden in Ambien Grace; fake it until you make it!
Up until five months ago, I attempted to fake it until I made it. However, IT had nothing to do with drinking. Or, perhaps, the act of sex itself would have been made a little more enticing had I been drinking.
And, Ambien Annie only knows and she ain’t tellin’.
The best depiction thus far off FAKING an orgasm is in the film When Harry Met Sally. Meg Ryan all cute and innocent sits quietly in a breakfast nook with Billy Crystal. The man of course, claims, you couldn’t have been fakin’ it. You can tell the difference…everyone knows that.
Well, apparently, Billy, Ambien Annie, Gracie Lou Freebush and all the self absorbed sexual deviants out there, you are absolutely wrong.
Meg goes on to moan, grind, sigh and state, ‘oh, God!’
Yup! That’s pretty much how it is done.
If you find yourself unfortunate enough to be absorbed into the dumbed down generation with a younger lover…you don’t even have to try that hard. A few hints to those still thinking their sexual prowl-ness is still going on…when indeed it has sunk like the Titanic.
1. Oh, stop, it’s too much…I can’t take anymore. A young lover will take that as, great, I’ve hit the mark. A smart person would understand that as; I should pack up my bat and ball and go home. I’ve struck out!
2. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Again, dumbed down and dyed blonde’s would insist that is a sign of the eight wonder of the world…their fantastical ability in the bedroom. An old sexy sage understands that their partner is very against organized religion and therefore, the word, GOD would only mean; put an end to this madness.
3. You don’t have to please me. I like being the one who does all the work. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. If you honestly believe you are that deserving of one sided foreplay then you should go it alone. Generally, kids, if both sides aren’t playing in the game, the game should be called on account of Foul Play!
4. I like it when you’re on the bottom it turns me on. Women and in particularly those females calling themselves lesbians. Get this, if you are constantly on the bottom, loose some weight. It is as plain and simple as the horror stricken look on your bathroom scale every time you dismount. You are purposefully asked to be on the bottom for the air space is crowded any other way.
Aghast, at what little effort it took to hook and bait my catfish, Ambien Annie. It spoiled the crop when we had to go at it each and every waking hour of the day. Sex is sex is sex. Bad sex repeatedly can wear on the psyche and erode what little energy you have when the good stuff comes around.
Perhaps, a point of sedation is needed when forcing and faking an orgasm. I would ask my partner but so far we haven’t needed any pointers.
Got myself a habit
Gotta find a way to make it
Ain’t no one to help me
Gotta do it on my own
Gotta give you credit
Thinking that we’re gonna’ make it
I made the decision
I’m better off alone
Trying to get out of
Messed up situations
Trying to come up with
A reason not to go
I can’t believe you buy it
Every time I try to fake it
You didn’t think I like it
Anytime, (but yes I don’t (?))
No!
So I guess I’m on my way
This is all I got to say
Hee-hee-yeah-hee-yeah!
Don’t try to stop me!
No, no, no!
Seeing what you’re made of
That was such a revelation
Finally realizing
I wasted time to long
Try to win a battle
? never conversation
Staying in a ?
When everything feels wrong
Hard to be an angel
When I’m sleeping with the devil, yeah
Hard to be a good girl
When you treated me so bad
You and me together
Ain’t no winning combination
You were such a player
And I ain’t gonna play along
So I guess I’m on my way
This is all I got to say
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