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As a self-proclaimed sex goddess, I obviously was selected to be a model in the show. Aware of the need to step up my game in order to secure the fittest models of the bunch, I bought the most gorgeous shoes ever and got my legs waxed. I was determined to prevent even the sexiest model from escaping my grasp.
Those things they call ‘rehearsals’ where you learn ‘routines’ (the technical word for walking around in straight lines) are actually just an excuse for blatant flirtation. Guys lean nonchalantly against walls, hands fashionably placed in pockets while girls twirl their hair and giggle frequently. And that’s before they start strutting around in heels.
Then there are the Fusion socials, bursting with glamorous people in gorgeous clothes. Seduction escalates to breaking point with single cast members shamelessly hitting on one another, desperate to get in on some Fusion lovin.
After snagging several sexual beings from the cast, I have drawn one or two conclusions about sleeping with models. While their smouldering glares and hot bods provided me with endless entertainment, the full package didn’t exactly blow me off my feet.
Perhaps I had higher expectations of their performance in bed because of how superior their physical appearance was, setting myself up for disappointment.
Or maybe these models pick girls up so easily that they can afford to lie back and do nothing once they hit the sack. It certainly felt like a one woman show.
So what is more important: having a hot man at your side to show off to jealous friends? Or good sex? That’s a good one.
I suppose in the long run, using your model boyfriend as a trophy could get old. It would also require a lot of work fending off single women on the prowl. Imagine if every time you left him alone he’d be surrounded by drooling girls. Sounds like a mission.
Even if his hotness doesn’t get old, could you really put up with dodgy sex over a long period of time? Eventually you’ll resent having to do the dirty deed daily and start fantasising about men who know how to drive you wild.
The moral of this story seems to be that one should chose sexual prowess over looks. Perhaps a rather animalistic stance, at the end of the day, it’s all about you. If you’re not happy in the sack, then that’s not good enough.
So ladies, don’t go for those lazy Fusion models. Perhaps peruse the rugby team instead: rumour has it they deliver every time.
comment deleted by the author You're a terrible person.
"Perhaps peruse the rugby team instead: rumour has it they deliver every time."
They don't. Fact.
"Perhaps peruse the rugby team instead: rumour has it they deliver every time."
They are fat men playing catch, sorry to break it down to u..footballers are the way to go.
"Perhaps peruse the rugby team instead: rumour has it they deliver every time."
Was the rumour started and continued by the rugby team? They don't look like they can even stand up straight half the time... let alone get anything else straight...
Well the rugby player I lived with last year was very proud of his joke (I hope it was a joke) of three thrusts and finished...
So I don't think it's a rumour started by the rugby teams.
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