Call Me Daddy
Time Out - Call Me Daddy
Call me Daddy? What is it with guys wanting you to call them Daddy in bed? I mean, yes, we do fantasize about you being our Knight in shining armor, there to save us from all that is evil, but do we think of you as a father figure? Hell, no.
Exactly where do men get off with that shit? As if women really equate sex and being sexy with our fathers—please. These are two things that could not possibly be any further separated in our minds. God forbid my father knew how good I sucked dick or how I liked to be tied up. That is none of his business, so why in the hell would I have the urge to call you Daddy just as you are preparing to drop a load in my face?
It just shows how big of control freaks men really are; their egos are enormous. They want you to believe that you are eternally submissive to their needs and desires. Of course, when you are engaged in sexual intercourse you are at your most vulnerable state, so they seize that very moment to take advantage. Men know that we can’t reach orgasms as easily as they can and to achieve one we will do just about anything. BASTARDS!!!!
How dare they bring up someone who is so sacred while we’re engaged in an act that can, at times, feel so sinful. How would they feel if we got on top of them and shoved one of our tits in their mouth and said CALL ME MOMMY. Would that keep their dicks hard? Doubtful.
Boys, men, males—whatever name you want to give them—can be so stupid. They go around bragging to their friends about how they had us bent over the headboard of the bed while they were fucking our brains out, their sweaty bodies pumping back and forth, performing to a soundtrack of moans and groans because, in their mind, they are starring in their own personal porno.
If they only knew: Smart girls get their rocks off during foreplay.
The remaining 20-30 minutes—that’s just for shits and giggles.