Monday, April 11, 2011

Bad To The Bone..

Bad boys, Iv always loved them but yet again Iv never really been a good girl either. Good girls and good boys equal the rather grotesque fantasy that our society relies upon to create a neat little nuclear package, however, if you watch the crime channel, these white picket fencers usually end up murdering each other and stuffing body parts in their freezers while calmly going to a PTA meeting. So, Iv never wanted that scenario, I'd end up chopping up my own body very slowly..

The bad boy is infinitely sexy with that 'fuck you' attitude, a touch of smouldering anger behind his eyes, so it's no wonder that more than a few good girls have dropped their knickers, or dropped to their knees in sheer awe, lols..! How long she'd hang around when bail money is needed is any one's guess but a bad girl would try to smuggle in a fat doobie in her bra without any knickers on, just in case a quick fiddle could be done on the side.. You can spot a bad girl with a good boy a mile away, you can almost imagine the Louboutin heel indents on his arse :), he's usually just a pet for a bit, like a rabbit, and then you shoot, skin and eat him ;o)

 I was in a bar a few weeks ago with my 'bad' other half when a young stringy haired blonde, braces wearing, cross eyed girl got a bit enamoured with him, unfortunately 'bad' other half had his rum goggles on and didn't quite see what I did but her cross-eyes were straining to focus, she was clearly impressed that she was being talked to at all.. I tend to stay away or go elsewhere when the flirting starts but when I heard her ask if she could see his 'bike', I just had to save him, otherwise weird looking (and a bit poor, I think) good girl would have had her hands down his Levi's while serrating his gums with her braces. Bad boys have that much appeal, it's hard not to be drawn in by that kind of raw sexuality, bad girls know that they'd get an almighty shag, good girls have no idea and would most likely be scarred for life if he felt like anal that night..

So it really comes down to if you'd like a tender caress and a picnic or like your ass to be squeezed while your getting a bit of rum tongue, I know which one I prefer and it aint a wicker hamper.. ;o)

H. Ryder (Author)

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