Damn, I'm A Sex Goddess!I don't know about the women who formed and contribute to this group. Waddya expect . . . guys from the Oxford Debating Club or a professional athlete? In fact, what are your expectations? Witty and provocative talk? Talk is cheap. Deep down you all love the attention and, you know what they say, with the lights out . . . every guy is an Adonis (!). It's the thrill you're all after and, truthfully, your inner **** emerges with the lights out.
Why, I'm admired, loved and lusted after every single day on EP. Many, many times. I got pinged by 17 energetic, potential suitors just yesterday. They're not quite for me but, gee whiz, they thought of me and thought highly enough to reach out and ask for my EP "friend" hand. Come to think of it, just how much did they actually think of me? That much!!??
Doesn't matter that I posted an avi showing a standing, slouching side-view, hair covering my entire face except for glasses, a $20 wardrobe that includes stinky WalMart $3 flipflops. My fans keep coming and coming. They do.
Hell, they know or sense when they are in the presence of Aphrodite on earth and seek to quench unquenchable lust. . . a fire that just can't be extinguished.
Each week I wipe clean my Whiteboard. Frankly, I don't want my long-time EP friends to read what has been written. I simply don't want to share with them the folks who want to skype, cam, trade pics, see pics of their wives, and plunder my body. And why do the majority of them want to "eat ***** for hours?" Unshowered, no deodorant, and after three sets of tennis in the Florida heat after a slice of cold jalapeno pizza (with zesty tzatziki) for breakfast?
As with all, I test their worthiness. It's a 10-second glance which, after all, from an online Goddess, is a gift meant to last a lifetime. Like Solomon, I have the power to make or break lives and dreams.
I look at their home page experiences:
From my latest charmer: "I want to **** HotWife" (mmmm, jealousy starting to simmer); "I think EP needs a chatroom"; "I want friends who cam naked on Yahoo"; "I love large labia" (how would I know that . . . is there a published standard . . . they do kinda stretch); "I love Skype Sex"; "I love to show women my penis"; "I love nude sunbathing"; "I like to jerk off in front of women."
Well, honey, you failed. If you can't stay faithful to me, you're relegated to Fan Club City, which is not a bad place.
Sometimes I open the door and toss in my tennis panties.