I’m a dirty and kinky deviant.
Sometimes I catch myself when certain filthy thoughts creep through my mind and I almost curse at myself for the nasty shit I enjoy.
But then I remember, why the hell would I want to be a passive, vanilla limp dick anyway like a lot of men out there?
I like who I am.
Scratch that.
I fucking love who I am.
A sensitive and passionately fiery man, confident in who he is and who knows when to put a caring touch on her cheek or a tight hand around her throat.
I hate doing shit half assed, whether it’s life in general or when it comes to love and sex in particular. Go hard or go home.
When I fuck, I fuck until sweat runs down my body in rivers and I’m close to passing the hell out. I don’t rest until we’re both sore and drained of any and all bodily fluids.
When I love, I let my heart run wild and free like a stallion thundering across open fields.
I touch, I squeeze, I kiss until my lips bleed.
I kiss more and touch more and love more.
I wear my heart proudly on my sleeve with complete disregard of what could potentially happen to it.
Like I said, I don’t do love and I don’t do lust in half measures.
I’ll leave that to the lame boys with their weak hearts and fragile egos. I guess that’s what makes me who I am – a fucking hot blooded man.
I’m proud to the bone of it!
