Yeah I feel u. I love men to death and the idea of multiple men serving me is a great fantasy
….right up til u get to the logistics of it all.
His dikk going where?! At the same time as what?!
While I’m doing who?!
(record scratch) Nah.
My vagina looking at me, I’m looking at her, she looking at me like “where all that dikk going?!”
Fantasies ain’t never like you imagine them.
When I think of fantasizing about multiple men, there’s one cooking, another one painting my toenails, somebody feeding me grapes, another one massaging my shoulders, somebody cleaning the yard, another one cooking and they all look like some variation of Idris Elba, Lakeith Stanfield, Jason Momoa, Daniel Henney and David Banner and Lenny Kravitz.
Everybody got a check coming in my bank account, they all chill and do shyt like play spades and video games when they not catering to me.
But the reality is that as one chick, you’d be on some dikk 24/7 even when you ain’t in the mood or dont feel like it. Cleaning up behind multiple men-children. Just the noise from them gaming and watching sports…just the grocery bill alone…getting poked in the back when u in the middle of that GOOD sleep. The posturing and aggression and unresolved emotional anger, jealousy and competitiveness.
No matter how cute a guy is, there’s a woman somewhere tired of his bullshyt.
Nah. Maybe somewhere there are some polyamorous chicks living their best lives but Im cool off all that. Hell one is enough and even with one I be needing space to recharge.