Blowjobs are the key to a man's heart.

If you want to talk to your husband, your boyfriend, your fuckbuddy, about your deepest feelings. Do it after giving him a blowjob.

Men, don’t like confrontation and they fucking hate it when you talk about your emotions. They’re like a fucking rock! Encased in another layer of rock! Once they hear the words, “Can we talk?” It’s as if right then and there, they have ready-mix water and cement and they begin to pour it in between the space available as division from hearing about how you feel. My boyfriend is like that, I never get to talk to him about my whines and complains about he never gives me flowers, never opens the car door for me, never makes me breakfast—since I make them for him—never takes me out to dinners enough, never surprises me with anything, never tells me I’m pretty enough, he’s just not a romantic, I think his heart is made of penis muscle, only functions when aroused. He’s just not the type. He’s a black-hearted asshole, he knows that, and I love him for it, coz I find it so virile, the way he always becomes so commanding and controlling, that way I don’t have to take control of the relationship. He does it all. And maybe yes, I’m a slut and I’m not the type of girl a guy should act romantically too, but behind every slut, is a virgin heart, I like romance, I like being treated like a princess even though I drink like a man, I smoke like a man and cuss like a man, I display myself as a woman who doesn’t need a man to take care of her, but it’s nice when a man takes care of me, treats me like a virgin. It’s a nice feeling.

What I do, and I think what most girls should do, is never talk about your emotions and whines before sex or when he’s sober. Talk about it right after you let him cum in your mouth and he’s seen you swallow it. Talk about it right after you let him cum in your face and you collect the semen with your fingers and taste it where he can see. Talk about it when you let him cum deep down your throat and his cock is all in your mouth and the back end of your throat that once he cums, his semen goes up your nostrils and your can actually smell and taste it because it’s right up in your fucking nose. God I fucking hate it and love it at the same time. This is the best time to communicate with him about your inner thoughts and feelings because their testosterone level becomes leveled and endorphins kick in and they’re most relaxed, this is the time when it’s not that quick to irate them.

But be sure to give him a really good blowjob before talking. I mean really good the point where he puts his head back and cusses really loud once he cums and he turns into a fucking mongrel or a dragon or a demon and his body shudders and contorts because he came so fucking hard and good. THAT’S when you talk about it. When you know you’ve actually delivered the job like a perfect 1O porn star.

            So, as I laid my head in his arm as we cuddled, I looked up at him and asked. “Are you still in love with me?” I braced myself for some annoyed reply. But this time, he said. “Of course baby, everyday. It never goes away. Do you feel like I’m not in love with you anymore?” He asked.

            “I do. But you’re always so stressed and I feel like you’re not actually looking at me when I’m looking at you. You know what I mean? I feel like you’re not attracted to me anymore and you don’t even get horny as much.” I said to him in a virginal voice as I faked a breaking voice.

            “I’m always horny for you. Even when you’re asleep, I open your legs and try to fuck you, but you don’t want to. My cock always gets hard every time I look at you. I’m attracted to you baby all the time. I always brag about you at work.”

            “BECAUSE I’M SLEEPING! And you never take me out anymore.” I whined.

            “TUMIGIL KA NADEZHDA KAKALABAS LANG NATING KAGABI, OA KA NA!”

            “See, you’re stressed again and annoyed.” Then I made this sad face and looked away from him, all virginal and forced some tears to well up on the corners of my eyes. I recalled the recent death of my grandmother just so I’d be forced to cry.

            “Hmmm.” He put his arms around me and kissed my face. “I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry if I’m always stressed, It’s just sometimes, I always feel like I’m not giving enough, not doing enough for you and you always remind me about it. You always make me feel like I’m doing nothing but bad things. I may not be romantic, but I’m always sweet to you, you just don’t notice them, because you’re too busy noticing everything else that I don’t do. You have to ask me if I’m still in love with you and it hurts me because I feel like you don’t feel how much I love you.  You’re all I want baby and I’m so lucky you chose me. If I had the money, I’d marry you now and today! Tomorrow! But knowing you, you wouldn’t want a shitty wedding, you’d want me to give you a wedding good for a princess. I’m working on it, okay? I’m just hurt because you always make me feel like it’s not enough.”

            “HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN? I’m supposed to be talking about MY feelings. NOT YOURS!”

            See what a good blowjob can do? A good blowjob can force the little boy and the kind-hearted man, out of an asshole. So give him a blowjob everyday, not FOR him, but FOR you too.