A Good Cactus is Addictively Dangerous, A Story From my Bench.
Having an orgasm is like a trekking up to the summit of Mt. Everest to many of us hear today. It has its rocky and steep paths, mixed with ice and slippery slops that catch you off guard. Then there’s the acclimation. Oh yes, adjusting to the environment at high altitudes. When having sex, it can become very intense and very similar to a cardiovascular workout where you have a shortness of breath. Pushing your body to extreme levels to get too what most consider as “the summit”
When it comes to intimate act there’s a reason why it was considered the forbidden fruit. Sex is and has been a problem for so many people. It blurs your vision and keeps you from focusing on what’s right in front of you. Rather than your attention being on character traits and red flags, you’re fixated on carnal pleasures and orgasmic redundancy. Many of you right now you’re nodding, yes. That good cactus is amazing based on what women say and have done to get it.
You know what I’m talking about. The kind of cactus that has you missing work and crossing state lines knowing you have that ankle bracelet on. Ladies don’t laugh… cause you’ve been a victim to the power of the cactus and still went back for more. You were like, F-it! Nothing in life matters when it’s that good. You’re jumping off cliffs, breaking speed limits, kids calling your name talking about they’re hungry and want some Fruit Loops. Calling out from work, making 3-course meals, knowing so well you hate being in that confined room called kitchen. That’s called being absolutely counterproductive and under the spell of some good cactus. To emphasize, even good sanctified Christians are living in sin over it. Dear Lord, just this once. Does it ring the bell?
Furthermore, we both know it never ends there. Once turns into multiple late night visits, back seats, bathrooms, and back shots. If you’re fornicating your butt off, I’m not judging you I’m giving you a heads up (no pun intended). Similarly, a friend of mine said that good cactus should come with a warning sign hanging from it. Some of these fellows will send you to moon and back as life keeps you of toes trying to figure out what the best way to please them all along. “I was dating this guy, and against all my rules I laid my butt on that bed and went spread eagle. When I tell you it was so good that I saw yellow moons, orange stars, pink hearts, and green clovers, I saw them! You can’t tell me otherwise.
Thereon this man had me purchasing a whole car, investing in failed businesses, having sex in parks, bathrooms, and restaurants. I was out of my mind because it was the best sex I ever had. He was definitely not the one for me with his cheating ass and I persisted because I was di_kmatized. Hypnotized like that dude in Get Out I was drowning and sinking in his sweat on the regular. Apparently, he had a lot of women in the same state I was in except he wasn’t using a tea cup, he was using his magic stick and all those techniques. No matter… it happens to the best of us, but I wish there was a sign that told me how it good it was beforehand so I could avoid it at all costs.
Nevertheless, many of us have made some questionable decisions with sex on the brain. Needless to say, if we had waited, those same decisions may have had a different come out. After you have it, sex can be the ultimate overcast cloud that won’t go away. You keep standing there waiting for the sun to show, and it ain’t coming (get your mind out of the gutter) because you failed to check the weather before going in and out literally. Remember, your visual acuity is distorted, decision-making skills and discernment levels are lowered during and after sex. Mine is just a warning shot, my advice, don’t get caught up.