I don't need the attention of men to feel
good about myself.
Nor do I need the attention of women, for
that matter.
I refuse to be a piece of fluff laden down
with excessive amounts of make-up and
perfume and pretty clothes to compensate
for an empty head.
And also, if a man doesn't make me come, I
don't feign pleasure, I let him know how
pathetically incompetent he really is.
In fact, nothing enrages me more than the
man who thinks his penis is the be all and
end all of sex. Worse, the man who is
clueless about the functions of the clitoris.
And most of all, because I say what I think
regardless of who I may or may not offend!!
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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