It’s Not All Sex, Sex, Sex (Unfortunately)

I’ve been thinking (dangerous, I know) and while laying in bed after another particularly hard wank this morning, I realised something.

It’s pretty obvious I love sex, porn, woman and all orgasms, great and small. But as much as I’d love to spend every day simply thinking about how I want to take you to bed and tug your panties down with my teeth, there’s a lot of other stuff that goes on in my life.

Now, none of it’s particularly exciting. I’m not an international jet-setter who goes to swanky parties and snorts cocaine off 19 year old models – in fact my life’s the compete opposite. It’s dull and tedious most of the time, and it’s filled with the same mundane shit as everybody else’s. But it’s there and it’s as much a part of me as the constant, horny lusting which courses through my body morning, noon and night. The chances are I’ll probably want to talk about it and so, just to prove I’m not entirely sex obsessed, you might see the occasional post that isn’t constantly banging on about banging.

It could be something about books or movies or music or even about my current battle with depression. It could be an angry rant about the price of bananas at my local supermarket. It could be nothing more than a string of swear words. Who the fuck knows. But just as a warning, I thought I’d let you know that other, non-sexy stuff might turn up here from time to time. But don’t worry, I’ll make up for it with another filthy post soon enough. I guarantee it.