Desire, Desire, Pants on Fire

I’m in a dope relationship, but that doesn’t mean that I have lost all my human desire to want to lay with another person. I will never deny that. I see men on a daily who I would love to see naked. Who I would love to have just one evening of passionate no strings attached sex with. I don’t get this whole now that I’m in a relationship I only have eyes for you, way of thinking. If my boyfriend saw an attractive woman and said something like “I would love to smother my face between her titties”. I would then look at said girl’s titties and evaluate whether they are indeed worth the smother. I don’t get mad. I don’t all of a sudden become insecure and bring up bad childhood memories. If the girl looks good, she looks good.

I love all the things that make people human. Those weird and quirky things that make the person who they are. I enjoy the fact that I can be open with my boyfriend about my human desires and he knows I’m not going anywhere. I will never compare him to anyone, that’s not what I’m saying. I just feel that more than anyone he should be understanding of my desires and not make me feel bad about them because “we’s togeva now”. Bump dat!

I’m just sayin’, I have no desire to sex a woman down but I sho’ as hell wanna rub on some titties, especially since I don’t really have any. Who doesn’t like titties…like forreal though?