Good Cock is Hard to Find...

Deep thoughts from the dark realm of Lady Bellatrix

 

Epitaph to read:
Lady Bellatrix - She lived fast, She loved raw, Played hard and fucked y'all!

It’s not easy being a heterosexual woman in a modern world, which is why I’m glad I’ve left this to My past. The whole dating game started becoming tiresome. At least if a guy likes a woman with big tits, he can tell straight away if that expectation will be met before getting her naked. The same cannot be said for women who like large cocks.

 

No, there is a much more difficult, time consuming way of finding this out. It goes something like this….A woman goes to the bar and catches the eye of an attractive fellow. Small talk ensues. After a few more drinks she takes him home for a night cap. They start making out and clothes come off…only for her to find a less than satisfactory endowment. There is no way to describe the disappointment.

 

If only there was an easier way of cutting to the chase. I guess one could just politely ask the guy in question if he wouldn’t mind going to the toilet and taking a quick cock shot on his phone for inspection but that might be construed as too forward or even rude. Some men can be real prudes that way!

FACT: Size really does matter

There is nothing worse than lying there naked and all horned up with a guy who will clearly not even come close to satisfying you with his cock alone. Sure tongues, fingers and toys are great, but when it comes to a proper pounding we don’t want no short dick man!

 

Don’t get Me wrong, I’m not a man hater. Quite the opposite really! I love teasing you, manipulating you, flirting with you and tormenting you with My feminine wiles. Even though My tastes have changed, I still see a lot of cock on a regular basis which has only confirmed My decision to bat for the other team. From pencil dicks to sloppy foreskin its only whetted My appetite for a good muff dive.



Three of London's Certified Cock Hunters at Carnival
- no shortage of willing victims


I spent the best part of the day with two other very experienced cock hunters at the Notting Hill Carnival. There was no shortage of man meat on parade, competing for our attention like a primitive mating ritual – the ambiance of thumping reggae beats and clouds of skunk setting the mood. But I couldn’t help but thinking, should I chose to “fall of the wagon” anytime soon I would definitely want something that would make My eyes water. And not because it was so small I could cry.

Incidentally, an abnormally well endowed porn star from California has been in touch recently expressing interesting in working with Me. Well, of course I was extremely flattered and a little bit scared at the same time. Maybe, just maybe he can lead Me back into temptation. But maybe I should be careful what I wish for!

The cock sabbatical continues.

 

Next weekend: off to the lesbian night club to see if I can score Myself a wifey