The way I see it, I got very lucky in life.
I may not have a 10-inch cock or be able to run a mile in record time, but for the shit that matters most, I’m one lucky son of a bitch.
I was born, at the best time in history, in a great part of the world, with the brains to conquer book smarts and still a smart ass way about me to pick up on all the hidden jokes.
I’m not tall and dark, but I am handsome. I have a grin, eyebrow lift, and a wink that will set your panties ablaze, kitty cats.
I was instilled by the most loving mom to have a work ethic that will make your men look inward, no matter who the fuck they are. I never took less than 20 units in college, while holding a job, and graduated first in my class. My average pay increase is 12%. I cleared six figures by 30. I haven’t looked back since.
I believe in God. I believe in heaven. I believe in evolution too. I am blessed with logic and spirituality in equal parts.
But what I am luckiest for, besides being a father of amazing loving fun girls, is my passion.
My passion for romance. My passion, for sex. And my preferences, in regards to sex.
I am fortunate, that when I fuck, or eat pussy, or finger you, my goal is as clear as day to me. I gain my happiness in lust in how many orgasms and how intense an experience I can bring to a woman: plain and simple.
I could have been different. I could be a sadist. I could have enjoyed pissing on the face of a person giving herself to me like a sick motherfucker. I could get off on making her Not cum. I could get off on hurting her and not pleasing her simultaneously.
I could be vanilla. I could never give two shits about her experience. I could roll over, stick it in, and be done, and content with that. Most men are.
I am lucky I am not one who enjoys making my own experience the centerpiece of our time together. Forcing a blowjob while never seeing the amazing reward that comes in the face of a shaking woman while you eat her to orgasm. Or accepting a handjob and not seeing the blessing of a convulsing woman shivering away as you finger her into a heap of melting spasms. Or fucking her with an intention to hit her in a zone that wipes her out in each thrust.
I am lucky I can articulate it. I may not be perfect. I may be a mixed bag. I may flirt like a maniac. I may not be a saint.
But I sure as fuck am lucky.