Last night a gorgeous woman much younger than myself put me in my place without even her knowing. There i was, more ignorant than a priest in a whore house, thinking im the baddest dude in the world as my blind confidence often has me believing when suddenly, this precious little female with the prettiest mouth possible displayed attributes from within that were clearly much stronger than my own - thus intimidating the shit out of me. In a flash, all swag went out the window faster than i could ever regain any kind of composure. My first thoughts were touche my love, this is your moment and you deserve it. Admitting the humiliating imbalance between us, i complimented what i admired about her character full well knowing i was out of my league. Then in the most bewildering lady like manner she boldly stated that eventually she would have a need for me to bravely provide an unaccountable kiss on those those delightfully squishy lips of hers pending the idea that i would be man enough to do so. It was as if desires would be expressed mutually given my bravery. But man enough? Technically that wasnt the direct quote. The insinuation was performed in her almost believable seemingly innocent yet not really style of conduct. Did she dare bring my masculinity up for debate??? In a dizzy spell, before i even knew it, my imagination was on a mission to torture me. I MUST know what its like to make love to such a fine creature. But heres the problem : she could easily eat me up and spit me out sending me crying back to my mommy not to mention there are harsh realities at hand, me being a public person and all. Theres no way i can afford another melt down in the love department especially after the rumor mill gets ahold of such information. When that shit goes viral its a hell of a mess to clean up according to publicity. In the past Ive been truly shattered. Heartbreak has a way of putting my business in absolute jeopardy. In other words, a broken heart is simply not an option. What should I do? I cant take another second of this raging hurricane in my soul. With a most unforgiving karmic backlash from eras past as my master i understand the tension inside of me as a deserved one somehow. Clearly, condoms are a must if this romantic tension is to continue, yet irony dictates my need to receive the fill me with your babies type of look from her eyes in the event this is to make any sense in whats left of my painfully passion drenched mind. Nevertheless ,If she sends me one more heart shaped emoticon i think im going to explode in my boxers. Either way, Damage control please report to headquarters, this is not a Drill. --- to be continued
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 02:20:47 +0000
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