I have yet to fathom why it is that I am wired up as I am. Sexually I am driven purely by conquest and little more.
The smell of wet pussy will drag me not only across the country, but across the world. This is I think quite normal, many men are driven by the same stimuli. What makes me stand out is that once I have found, fed and fucked the object of my affection I instantly look for an exit strategy. Why should it be that I am incapable of keeping a natural level of interest in women who are in themselves perfectly normal, healthy, charming, beautiful girls? Why is it that I am hard wired to be able to sleep with several different women in a day and yet the thought of sleeping with the same woman repeatedly during a single day fills me with doom?
At the end of the day pussy is pussy, a blow job is a blow job...... well within reason I suppose, a bad blow job is not nice.
I have always admired those men who are just happy to be getting some and as such give it everything that they have. There have been times when I have wanted to be one of them. I would at certain times in my life have traded with them for the simplicity that it gives them.
The method of my exit strategy has varied over the years, but more of that later.
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