Hey man. It is what it is.
I haven’t watched porn and cum in a month.
I basically went a year without porn.
Then a month with lots of it.
Now I want porn again. But not really.
I want to fuck bro.
I’d like a real female companion. To fuck. When I get back from work.
But These fucking kids might get created and change/ruin my plans for 9 months bitch.
Can you make a pregnant lady O.
Do I want my pregnant lady to make me O.
I do.
But I don’t think I’d be proud of it.
I don’t even think I’d enjoy being proud of it.
How can a man look another man in the eyes when he’s played with a pregnant hoes clit. Ew. It’s disgusting. Leave eachother for 9 months and then come back like nothing went wrong.
Sexuality, nature, nurture and culture. Sex before marriage. Sexual freedom just might not be that big a deal. Maybe I don’t want to snort coc.. no I do, I do want to snort cocaine out of my wife’s butthole.
With a winter mountain backdrop in warm, heated floorboards, insulated and toasty, dark wood walled, lit by moonlight reflected on the snow I want to snort cocain out of my wife’s butthole and think about my parents as we do it. Then she mine, I’m fine with it. Then all fucked up on nice, incredibly high quality, crystal clear, not cut with anything cocaine, I want to vigorously fuck this bitch with my mouth and hands, and every instrument under $40. And one that’s $75. Shit that vibrate a little, nothing much!
And this sexual fantasy begins after days, of silent forplay. I mean eye fucking for 9 straight days. Little kisses here and there. A dance lesson. Food, walks, painting, an unspoken knowing that on January 24th after all the holiday madness and skiing madness. That 2 people who’ve spent 7 years with eachother were about to play the fucking fiddle and it was gonna be good. This 10,000 hours shit but not through effort, through perfection.
Demons exorcised diligently, from my perspective this was a fucking prayer more than anything else. From their perspective, it’s already divine.