cynicus

I have, to some extent, become accustomed to seeing nude women.

But there are times I am very much reminded of my singleness. The simple scents of the world, combined with those images I am presented with rile me, and my frustration is renewed. Even the common smell of talcum powder tingles me with sexual fire.

There are times when I log on here, and a new suicide girl graces the front page, or one of my favorites has a new set, and I am captured once again by the very simple beauty of the naked female form, and I am lost, and unable to adequately fulfill the needs that arise in me, and my frustration again mounts.

I hope that this year will sooth the emptiness, and some way, once again, I will know the touch of a woman, the scent, the softness, the smoothness.