Don't tell me your sexual fantasies

I'd rather wank with a copy of playboy in hand,
than wank thinking about someone else wanking.

I'd rather go out to have real sex,
instead of sitting about on my ass watching porno.

I'd rather dare to actually go in front of a crowded room and
shout 'I would very much love to have sex!' rather than claim
to be all innocent and pure while secretly wanking to your class mate's picture.

I'd rather be known as someone who's horny as hell, but doesn't
actually go home everyday only to chat up little girls while touching myself.

I'd rather not share in someone else's sexual fantasies and then get wrapped up
in sexual fantasies myself. In the end getting so mixed up with fact and fiction
that I end up playing out my own sick fantasies and committing rape.

I'd rather you come up to me and actually say that you're horny and hell
and would like to have sex rather than invite me along to watch your porno
and read your erotic literature.

I'd rather that as guys, we guys remain the sick fucks who wank at home
and watched porno. (Well, at least the worst of us do.)


I'd rather you'd touch yourself than go watch others touch themselves
or get the shit banged out of their heads.

I'd rather that you not touch yourself at all and if you wanted sexual
pleasure and instead go out and look for some real sex.

I'd rather that if you'd wanted sex, you come up to me and ask for it,
you'd probably prove more successful that way.

But then again, since you're already so sick and twisted, my question is:
'Who'd be desperate enough to want to have sex with you?'
No harm trying heheh.

In the end, when it comes to crunch time,
I'd rather have sex** than sit in front of the computer and wank.


*Always with a condom, please.
**With a partner of choice larr, not some cheap Orchard Towers transsexual.