Vertago

Love

                ARG! Marcella stood in front of me. I needed to poop.
      She had invited me over to her dad's house. I was 9 she was twelve.. .
      I felt like I was going to poop my pants.  But, she thought it was funny.
      So, I pooped on their basement floor. She told me to clean it up and
      gave me bath towels from the washing machine. There is a mean streak
      in all people. Love just makes it devious.
              With my pants off Marcella, started grabbing my privates. I just kept
      backing up until I was against the wall. This was a repeat of my sister's
      night visits. .. I was hard as iron; a hammer wouldn't bring my arousal down.
      We kissed like mad and rolled onto the floor. Marcella said, "That's why
      I gave you the laxative." She had a crazed toothy smile.
              I haven't dated in many years. I'd rather get a massage.+
      It's just too cruel to love and play mind games. Ask yourself, "Do you love
      or are you afraid to be rejected?"  I have dreams or maybe nightmares about
      falling in love and being castrated by a ripping bite from my beloved...
      I'm extremely nervous around young attractive women... I know their judging
      me in a glance and they want to be cruel. But, I love women. Oy.
              Imagine a man walking down the street some women shout cat calls
      at him.. He walks up to them and calls them pathetic. Then, he walks away.
      That is never going to happen to me... I get elderly women grabbing my butt
      in the mall. I think it was Woody Allen who said,  "There are a lot of attractive
      women, who are not attracted to me."
              I dreamt of naked women running over a feild after me with my frothing
      cock swinging between my legs. The point of this dream is I was running from
      them.. I shiver to think how I could please a woman day and night in a
      committed relationship. Maybe, I could buy a really good vibrator?
      Don't hate me. I'm just a ranting waiter.

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