Faking It

Faking It? Yeah you say. Not me! No babe I have ever been with has had to fake it. Isn’t that what all we Trini men would say? Or would we say ” Faking it?” Who gives a shit! At least I got what I wanted.

You know that men can’t fake it. I mean a flaccid “you know what” is a flaccid “you know what” and all the moaning and groaning won’t change anything unless you’re “not faking it!”.

Which brings me to the question, why would you want to fake it anyway? Shit, if he thinks he’s doing it right he’s not going to do anything different is he? So why dig your own grave? I am not a babe, even though I have known a few in my time. And I do mean know in the biblical sense of the word. Yet, you and I both know, women “fake it”. Doesn’t matter why, but they do!

Who could forget that orgasmic scene in “When Harry met Sally”? I know that the good father (who shall remain nameless, even though he still fulminates from the pulpit at Assumption Church) will appreciate that the moral is “Honesty is the best policy”. If you don’t fake it, then you still have a live chance of getting the real thing and personally I am more than prepared to offer my services in this regard.