Finger-Fucking

There’s this popular strategy hitting the social media vlogging world called “click baiting”.  It’s basically when a title is purposely worded melodramatic to bait an audience who won’t read or watch unless it’s angled in tabloid-headline-fashion.  Well ladies and gentlemen, you have been click-baited.  My apologies if you feel like a victim.  And maybe you feel like instead of finger-fucking, I took advantage of your ferocious curiosity, sexual needs, time and attention, by choosing said title, but there’s a point here.  I promise. So read on.

No…this isn’t a soft porn Zane novel, or a Fifty Shades ode to aggressive sex with an oblivious partner, or even a how-to manual.  It’s a disclaimer. An analogy or metaphor, if you will.  For some of you, it’s been a long time since English class, so in plain language, I’ll explain: I will finger-fuck you with words, before my pointer and middle finger ever get involved.

Here we go:

Some people like finger-fucking, others don’t.  It’s the legacy of choice many who still announce their celibacy or virginity call second or is it third base? I don’t remember…it’s been awhile.  But, I do know…depending on the person….finger fucking can be unforgivingly close to a setup. Trade of choice for those lazy mofos with small penises who would rather do this, than expose the big (or rather not) reveal.

Finger-fucking is a majestic sport. If you get the angle right, you could do some real sheet damage.  I’m talking Tide can’t even fight it.  But nonetheless, it’s one of those things that you have to be careful going into.  Parting the legs for entry of any kind is a big deal.  And if the nails aren’t properly manicured to soften the entrance, it can feel more like soft stabbing than comforting pleasure.

Finger-fucking can be an off-beat tour guide into sidechick or fuck buddy oblivion also.  Or, a trial introduction to an aggressive, passive, or complementary lover.  I’m sure you may disagree…you may even give me a million and one examples of healthy relationships that were introduced to finger-licking-good pussy juice before they said “I love you”.  But, there will always be exceptions to the rule.  There’s the relationship that spawned out of the bumping into each other in a crowd.  The marriage that was founded from a simple swipe left on an online dating app.  Either way, it all depends on the soul that controls the rhythmic finger gestures that massage the appropriate sections of the labia and clitoris.

I’m getting somewhere, and here it is.

Relationships can be misguided by an episode of finger-fucking….and from what I hear, strippers get a heavy dosage of it.  So it ain’t really all that special. But if this title can offer one lesson, it’s this…many of times, we’ve been finger-fucked to believe a happy ending will lead to even happier moments.  Euphoria is a pleasing, but brief state to say the least, and it doesn’t qualify every moment thereafter to live up to its first impression.  The main reason drug addiction exists; a habitual hunt for the first high that they infrequently hit or miss.  And finger-fucking is the same way.  He/She could be the biggest asshole you could ever know, but because your eyes are now rolled to the Tropic of Cancer, you can’t believe it feels so damn good, and so they must act the same way when it comes to your heart.  And you can only imagine, what the sex will be like?  Finger-fucking, when there’s so much more to discover about a person that outlasts sheet stains is like borrowing money from a loan shark.  Don’t fall for it…the heavy petting, which leads to fingers trekking down your torso, past the belly-button, into the zone that may not have been properly primed and prepped for the moment at hand. And can lead to a situation that you may be seeking God on bended knee to get your heart out of.

Take your time.  Before the fingers make room for penises, or mouths, get to know the person on the other side.  Before he/she imprints you with their passion or love or lust or desperation or perversion…whatever, know them, like you’d want to know them six months from now.  The weakest part of you is the easiest way to get into you, so if you’re a sucker for sexual satisfaction, then that may very well be the reason why you end up with suckas and losers and men-ain’t-shits, who have mastered physical affection because they can’t quite master the art of love. Which begins with self-respecting love.  How many times have you had sexual encounters that were mind-blowing, but it let you down more times than you can count when it came to your heart?  When quality time was long overdue, or your feelings weren’t considered, or making you feel special never seemed to be a priority…did finger-fucking sustain you? When you were disappointed to be pregnant by, or heartbroken to see him with others? How many times?

Spreading eagle is cool and you’re grown, but when someone plugs the hole, they become ONE with you. And you with them. And it’s all fun, until feelings get hurt and needs aren’t met and expectations aren’t expressed.

Don’t let them insert, if they haven’t made love to your mind first.

(And by the way, you’ve got ten resourceful dicks…mine’s typed this. =) )

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