Yes I love pants off, computer on, for hours…..

They (?Who)want to control us, by interrupting and disrupting our sex lives.

They gave us unlimited porn, but then they stop us from doing the real thing.

I had real girlfriends, lots of them, they liked me, they were coming to me, I was not always chasing them , then, there were so many idiots that would show up and disrupt me when I was talking to a young lady, the girls finally just backed off….

My lovers knew I loved masturbating, they didn’t care, as long as I could still go for it when they wanted to sleep with me. They were normal natural young ladies, they couldn’t care less about all the stupid junk the churches and schools were filling peoples heads with, they were the ladies, I was a man and the ladies could damn well handle themselves just fine wthout needing a book or a preacher to tell them how to screw my fucking brains out.

Those dolls could wear me out, and every single one of them got better at it, with each time she tried it. Just a girl’s natural way of living, would be all it took for her to give me all I needed, and they were always asking ME…, what all the hype was about, like if there was anything more I wanted them to do.

Like any guy…, I can sort of….,”fight” to protect a relationship with a girl, but then I needed her to put a little more effort into protecting it herself.

Somehow that was too weird, I could not remotely get in her head and figure out all the strange things that were stopping her from protecting her part of the relationship.

The girl needed to learn to tell everybody else to go fuck themselves.

When you see me with a young lady, you instantly want to get her away from me, part of that is natural,, and I think part of that, is some twisted institutional crap you got from living in a society where the school system does not want people getting in sexual relationships or getting married when they are right at about the correct age to make a marriage stick .

This little place might get pretty angry and weird sometimes, but so what?

Seriously what I hate…., is people who want to interrupt me when I am masturbating

I don’t need the jacking off part. I need to discover how to make the m fear for their lives if they ever disrupt me when I am about to come.

Whatever it is, that makes them want to interrupt or disrupt the come spewing out of my hard cock, must be eradicated.

People in my life like my local church, and “influential leaders in my community,” act like they are petrified…., that I might have sex… without paying them first.

They want me…, to tell them…., what I will do , with a wife, and the protection that offers, before I get a wife.

What?…. I never got into , buying, selling, or trading, specific information, about young ladies who were nice enough to get me off repeatedly.

Then I switch it, I will tell you all about me jacking off, coming, the come in my pubic hair, all over my hand, feeling so right after, so slippery and like I mostly I want to take my time and play with the come a little, then I hope nobody feels a “need” to walk in when I am cleaning up, and getting dressed again….,I love the flirt, the talk, the sensual parts, with a guy or a girl, I loved the way the boys would look at me after a couple times where I would mostly just talk and they would come. It was not them coming that was so great, it was them knowing they could get me to just talk about fucking and they could truly get off.

And they wanted to do it again. So cool.

The ladies never seemed to mind, that I might play with the guys a little, as long as my little fun did not turn their lives to shit.

Some girls out there would love to meet me…., and tell me about her….thinking about something awesome, when she is just letting it go, letting all the muscles relax…., and wishing some guy had the balls to gently thrust his whole precious thick hard life…, inside her.

I really don’t mind not being the perfect guy of her choice…, but a lot of girls just know I love hearing about their orgasms and methods and about them directly telling me they are actively thinking about fucking me just to figure me out, before they run into that guy they really like..

This is not something I sell, or trade, or mess with.

You know I’m sitting here jacking off anyway, so you might as well jump in.

On a computer, you can tell me anything, in real life, I need plywood, nails and paint…

I am taking a lot of sexy stuff of the internet and as much of a risk as it probably is, they will have a hell of a time reading my style of writing, much less capitalizing on it.  (can you s.p.e.l.l…, pun- ctu- a- tion-?)

But then I ain’t into actually going on a screwing spree and dealing with all that emotional shit, from every lady’s old boyfriends, or whatever.

Control your urge to change the world, one guy at a time, by telling me I’m sick or that you don’t like to visualize me almost ready to come , then shooting sperm in the air and landing all over the place. I did , I am , I will… Been doing it a while, I love it, I don’t like being dominated or controlled, at that point, I like to relax, and feel all awesome and good. You know where the door is, if you don’t like it..

There was this girl…. who knew, that if she tried to have sex with me the “first time”…, I would come too fast, so she told me to sit between her legs and jack off and come on her panties and her belly, damn that was nice, but then, about half hour later she wanted to try that again , and she did not have any panties on… the second time she sort of explained how she wanted me to do it and I ended up pumping my come into a young la.., who just loved…., having me come, in her.

The connection between us…, after real sex, is a very real thing, and I never take that like a joke..dealing with that requires an element of private time, and our society is sort of selling off our private time to the local hock shop or like at a garage sale, to come up with cash to get some private time….

Fuck private, I like pussy, and I love it young, and fresh, and horny as hell….

Love them panties baby. Show me, anywhere…..

Watch me blow a load in a public restroom, watch me write…, if they will not let us actually go for it, for real, then they are masturbating with economics and social planning, and we know they might get off on it but it will never be the rush I am getting….

Love those thighs darlin… Love that look.

We can thank (not pay) all the girls on the net, for letting us see their panties, and letting me jack off and come my brains out, thinking about giving them some of me.