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Welcome to my living nightmare.

I swear to Cthulhu since 12:01am June 1 I've been locked in Pervy Motherfucker Mode. Maybe this is everyday guy stuff but for me, thinking non-stop about tits and ass (and messing with them in every conceivable manner) isn't my 'thing'. My body and brain have been engaged in a titanic struggle for years. Most of the time my noggin wins the battle, rationality and statistics of STI contractions triumphing over excitement and letting loose with wild abandon. Sure, I'd occasionally say "What the hell" and go with the flow but I wouldn't go alllll the way. I've regretted that decision only once, out of many opportunities. Yet I always have to be in control. Whenever I see anyone let the moment take them, they always come out of it limping, or worse.

After all the back and forth, lately my body's desire to smash some puss is overwhelming, and intense. As one friend told me recently "Whoever you hook up with is gonna get murdered by your cock. I just know it."



So be it.