But don’t get me wrong.
I cant be a robotic meat rod ramming away.
Maybe when I was in my 20’s probably.
I still care and have feelings for my FB and OPP.
But I know where the boundaries are.
My own sentiments and emotions are there to create an escapade of erotic fantasies and moments with other women.
That is all.
If I can’t handle my sentiments and emotions to keep them in check and let them get in the way, then I am fucked all over and fist fucking myself up.
We must be clear why we want to take the risk, time and effort to stray.
When me and my FB/OPP are together, we totally isolate and shut off everything else.
We are always in a selfish, decadent and self-indulgence mode.
We will not let other stuff affect our prized and cherished moment together.
So from here I hope u can understand why I don’t spend an iota of energy to check or mind if I am the one and only or just one in the soccer team that is rod ramming my FB/OPP.
Don’t care, don’t want to know. Have pussy, will stay.
Love all, serve all
