Stop Riding Cock Carousel

 Team: Feminine Belle and Aya Shi 



  To say a young woman is pursuing men sexually, is to say she is choosing to ride cock carousel. 
 
There is an old saying that goes women are the guardians of sex while men are soldiers of relationships. By this definition, men choose and convince themselves on whom to marry. Some men will test a female, but others will not marry a sexually deviant.
 
~Why call it carousel?~
 
Instead of using a non-sexual carousel to locate and date, these women use their sexual market value or SMV for unknown men ruining their flower of youth.
 
~How she ends up on the carousel~
 
As the jealous nature of women erupts, a young maiden's friends feverishly share their sexual experiences to goad her. Before long, an allurement of loud music, alcohol and bright lights induces her. Now, in a haze of alcohol and removed inhibitions, she climbs or kneels down on the carousel. In the background, her so called friends are hooting and screaming at top of their lungs, "YOU GO GIRL!" Shoving drinks high in the air. (They snicker knowing she is joining a damaged, irreparable group.) Starting slowly, she places herself into a trance-like state bobbing up and down telling herself she is in for a good time. Quickly picking up pace, its rider is ever grabbing for a hollow-graphic ring, set in the imagination of her mind.

  On this continued ride, thoughts and orifices are thoroughly polluted and yet she continues for years as though the fun will never end. However, once the merry-go-round is broken down and closed, her face mimics the lifeless, emotionless ride she was on.



 
  Bitterly, women never ponder an expiration of their youth. 
 
Youth and SMV is allot like the song Toy-land. 
 While you dwell within it, you are ever happy there, but once you pass its borders, you can ne'er return again.


 If seeking an example, google thousand cock stare.

 

 One neighbor we used to live next to, fondly spoke about her youth. She carefully explained she had no regrets as she married her bad boy husband. Listening to her, I remembered being shocked as I never heard such wild tales! My only experience compared to hers was being married at twenty years old. As she kept talking I thought, "This is surreal! Who does this?" At that time, I was an experienced wife and mother with two kids, later with a third on the way. Though younger than me, asked myself, "What is this world?" Suddenly, she trailed off and became silent. It was then I realized she told a story of longing.

..she wished to go back.


 


        
 In the past, men paid attention to her as she signaled availability or disgust by what she deemed worthy in her own fantasy Never-land. Now a former rider, she faded into the background akin to ambient noise. 
 
Yet, past riders surmise, fixing a problem of no longer being looked at, wear florescent lime, pink and yellow colors. However, unbeknownst to them, they are mimicking a poison dart frog who employs the same tactics as a warning system through their use of bright colors. Mr. Donovan Sharpe explains how he can identify loose woman by tattoos and florescent colors.

I can honestly state this is true as there are a handful of women which wear these colors in stores and have been seen in my neighborhood during the day.
 
 
 
However, these women continue to wring out their sexual market value like an old rag. 
 
Finally, the last to go is their mind as the stinking thinking turns on men to blame for lack of cogitative responsibility or what Kevin Samuels calls kryptonite. Now emerging as the ultimate victim, they are like giants entering the arena. They believe by their life experience, think they are a catch to a six figured, million dollar man.
 
From far away, announcing themselves with a blow-born, the mind erodes into an avalanche of mud.  
 
At best, it is a mess, thrown all over the place in a delusional mind which is only clear to her. Bullet points turn into emotional outburst no one can logically follow, nor want to listen to. Sheiks sound when holes are poked into theories or when her carefully constructed thoughts are questioned. She huffs when definitions are asked for of what she means. 
 
It is as if by very the nature of osmosis, we should know her crazy thoughts, the true test of tickling the dragon's tail.
 

 


  Women who choose to sleep with men can no longer bond with any man. Her sexual cornucopia of history adds the baggage of never being happy. In fact, the sadness of her past, like weights, gets heavier and heavier. Like Ebenezer's past partner, Bob Marley, its ghost visits deep in the night reminding them of the mistakes made and can not be taken back. 
 
 Instead of using youth in order to sleep around, use it wisely, keeping chaise as it is far easier to not begin.
 
  Once the genie is out, it can not be placed back into the bottle.

  If currently on this ride, stop and turn your life over to God. Ask for help in what His plans are and where your talent may be as everyone has a talent blessed by God. 
 
Here is a question.
 
When an individual seeks help, when did it become a shamed or bad thing viewed by others? By seeking guidance, whether by counselor, mentor or someone you trust, especially when paying, you receive honest answers. Yes, you continue to choose where you go, however, now armed with advice, choose wiser paths to follow or burn a new trail through.
 
You may not like everything you hear, but it will be wise, truthful and knowledgeable guidance. In other words, help in what is currently internally working against you. 

Never be ashamed of asking for help in order to grow a better you.




Links:

A gentleman named Roosh has a ebook/audio out called Lady. He has informed me this is a book for those beginning to sleep with men, but looking for a good one. 

Lady: How to locate a good man
 https://www.rooshvstore.com/books/lady/

 
Donovan Sharpe: A woman can not bond to one man when her past was sleeping with men.

 
Women's brain retain DNA from every man they had sexual relations.
 
Kevin Samuel: Life coach


*Reminder. 
Don't look to a persons skin tone, but vibration of fruit from within.