I’ve my eyes on you, and I’m thinking it’s for sentimental reasons, my precious dime piece. See, I used to frequent the corridors of Craigslist’s casual encounters section for quite some time lusting after the opposite sex’s derriere to pillage. I’d been successful on many occasions, but now, I crave sustenance from a woman that will challenge my mind. Yes, I write SMUT; but, beyond that I’m a pondering human being that desires what I hope every other living, breathing soul longs for: love and happiness. You, my dear, we’ve missed this connection for entirely too long. It’s time for us both to come in from the storm and dry off; it’s time to settle down, don’t you think?
Yes, these soft lips of mine have entertained women’s asses and pussy holes over the years. And, I know; you’re thinking, but you’re a dog, a fucking misogynist, Maurice. My veil-covered woman; I AM those things. I’m much more, though. I’m aggressive and tenacious; I’m upfront, too. I won’t lie or blatantly deceive you. Netflix and chill are the orders of most days and nights. I don’t frequent clubs–not even those of the exotic persuasion. Why would I tease myself throwing money away for a naked woman that I can’t pillage and ravish? You, my dear woman: you be my stripper and unbridled dirty heifer. Be my inappropriate everything–the counselor/landlord, doctor/nurse, slave/master–a consortium and wide-ranged spectrum of my needs. Hog my penis so much so that no other woman would dare be able to approach and solicit me for my insertion. You’d simply say, “Oh, I got this dick, sweetie. He doesn’t need any help.”