Hello, dear reader.
This is set, now, to be a recounting, homage, and tribute to all of the women who fucked the motivation into me over the years. Each blowjob, handjob, titjob, mirror pic, makeout, and creampie has eternally pushed me to be the best that I can be. You see, I’ve never been much of a motivated self-starter; I need the payoff, I need that promise at the end of the road.
I found that promise, years ago, and it came in the form of a woman. Well, not just one, I suppose. All of them.
Every single one of them thrilled me, capturing my imagination in a way that I never could wrestle away from. Everything about them drove me daily to the brink of desire. I don’t mind if that’s a bit predictable; it’s how things are for me, and it’s what’s given me the strength to push for the life I’m building for myself.
As I do hope to make this the first of a series commemorating my every thrill, we might as well start from the beginning. We’ll start with the first. We’ll start with J.