I think I figured it out. I’m a Blog-aholic. Or maybe I have Blog-itis.
I’m addicted to the idea, that my articulated passion sends a strange woman or two or ten into a place in her mind that she pulls out her phone or faptop, loses her self-control, slides her free hand down her panties, and rubs her beautiful little clit and lips until a flood of endorphins washes over her.
I’m addicted. To this very idea.
I’m addicted to making women cum, fucking period. Just ask the one woman at the receiving end of my passion, daily.
The more I hear about it, the more I feed my addiction. No way do I want a blog without the captions expressing my passion. I am sure I could have ten times the followers, but it seems the kind of followers I like taking the time to read read all the way down through the X-rated paragraphs and even spot that repeated-word typo. Yeah, I did that on purpose.
These are women, 99% of the time. This is what strikes a nerve with them. Guys just want pics and I have no desire to help a guy get off.
So these ladies. They touch. They play. Some even tell me about it. That’s when I play. I’m just, fucking…