Cock Size (white vs. Black)

I often get caught in conversations about men & their cock size. Many men want to know whether or not they are average & if they were bigger, could they satisfy a woman better. 

First, let me say that a woman, who has trained her body properly, should be able to get sexually aroused from a pencil. The size of a cock is irrelevant. It’s how tight a woman’s pussy muscles are that counts.

Many men want to know if a black man’s penis is larger than a white man’s penis. I asked a baby nurse once about the differences in cocks. She explained things to me this way. She said semen must remain 10 degrees cooler than body temperature, in order to be viable. That’s why the semen is stored in the balls, away from the body. She went on to explain that once upon a time, black men only lived in Africa, a very hot place. Therefore, the balls & penis could be further away from the body & still be viable. Now on the flip side, the white dude went up north, where the temperature was cooler & his cum had to be stored closed to his body, in order to remain only 10 degrees cooler than body temperature. In addition, she mentioned that for the most part white men & black men have the same size cock, once erect. However, when a white man is not erect, his cock shrinks & when a black man is not erect it simply goes flaccid & does not shrink. Got it?

I am Polyamorous

Polyamory (from Greek πολυ [poly, meaning many or several] and Latin amor [literally “love”]) is the desire, practice, or acceptance of having more than one loving, intimate relationship at a time with the full knowledge and consent of everyone involved. Polyamorous perspectives differ from monogamous perspectives, in that they reflect one or more partner's wish(es) to have further meaningful relationships and to accommodate these alongside their existing relationships.

The term polyamory is sometimes abbreviated to poly, especially as a form of self-description, and is sometimes described as consensual, ethical, or responsible non-monogamy.

Polyamory is usually taken as a description of a lifestyle, philosophy or relationship orientation (much like gender orientation), rather than of an individual's actual relationship status at a given moment. It is an umbrella term that covers many orientations and modes of relationship. There is fluidity in its definition to accommodate the different shades of meaning which might be covered. Polyamorous relationships are themselves varied, reflecting the choices and philosophies of the individuals concerned.

Polyamory is distinct from polygamy, being closer to a personal outlook than a predefined bonding system. It is grounded in such concepts as choice, trust, equality of free will, and the more novel idea of compersion, rather than in cultural or religious tradition.

Personal & Professional

The most amazing thing happened after my trial was over. For the first time in my life, my personal & professional persona were able to happily coexist. Prior to my misfortune, I had to hide one facet of my personality or the other. In polite society, a whore would not be well educated & drug-free, nor would an educated woman be empowered by her sexuality.

I was able to “come out” to all of my friends & family with the notion that I have no regrets over being a whore. I absolutely loved what the industry did for me, including financial stability, confidence, a sense of purpose, & most importantly, making the lives of all those I touched more beautiful.

Bumping Naughties

When I try to find the source of my sex positive philosophy on life, there is one main source, my mother. She never ceases to amaze & entertain me. On my last trip to my parent’s house, she began to try & motivate me to the guest house. I guess I was not moving fast enough, when she said, “Look, I have not had sex with your father in a week, due to the family reunion. You know how loud I can be. If you would take your act over to the other house, I would be grateful.”

When my father first went to the hospital for his cancer diagnosis, I was very careful to knock on the room door & wait for my mother to say “Come in” or to call in advance, from the parking lot, to let her know I was on my way. My fear was I would open the door too soon & see my parents bumping naughties!

I am sure my father’s quick recovery has to do with his medical treatment. However, I am positive my mother’s naughtiness was a huge help.