Seize the penis.

Is it better to have screwed and lost then never to have screwed at all?

Yesterday I was podcasting (the next Hot Sox podcast will be up on Friday) with the always vivacious Barbie Davenporte of LA Weekly fame. While we discussed a lot on air; penis size, facials (as in ejaculation), if sex is a big deal, we discussed other things mainly off “air,” like the night she had recently spent with a big-hearted, hot and HUNG man among men. I can vouch for his large personality, presence and heart, and I take her word on his actual junk. She says it’s the biggest one she’s ever touched.

Barbie looked happy and glowy. It seemed large, romantic cock had done her good.

I was there when they met. I watched them flirt. I went with them to eat ihop (guilty pleasure). I also watched him float around the room that night, making every woman feel alive. He looked at you, and only you, when he spoke with you, and when he spoke with you, he was fully present. He had a talent for connecting and an amazing memory to boot. I watched him charm Barbie, as he had charmed many of the women in that room. But when it came to his eyes on the prize, he wanted to eat Barbie alive. It’s one of those things I could sense.

Barbie saw an opportunity, and seized it. Incredible sex with a tall, dark, and handsome partner. I haven’t done that in a while. My last one-night stand left me feeling dirty and well, like so so so so so dirty, that I wanted to pull my vagina out to make sure I could clean in those hard to reach places (remember: the vagina is a self-cleaning oven). I haven’t wanted to have sex on the first night ever since, but then I wonder why not?

After watching Barbie glow, I’m a believer. Sometimes it does a body good to seize the dude, the day, and the dick.