I want to write one day and this might be a page in one of my books.
I’ve been trying to write, but I can’t seem to fill the page up with meaningful words, you know the words that have a therapeutic effect, the ones that take your darkest secrets and twist fiction with reality.
I’ve been trying to read I have two books pending but the words jump from one page to the next. The meaning gets lost. Maybe because I just can’t concentrate. Or maybe I lost all my values.
I paid for a woman’s affection. Not out of loneliness or desperation. It was just curiosity. Would Hemingway have been a great writer if he had led a life of piety? Would my words have meaning if I didn’t make mistakes and get lost in the pressures of the world? The good the bad, a writer writes what he knows. I wanted to know life.
I sat there inside the nightclub. Just watching the dancers would have been worth the night’s entertainment. But my lust for a nightlife exploration did not end there. No, it ended in the back room with a stripper. Drunk, tired, and with an eye for adventure I let myself be bought. My values, my plans, my Religion, my spirituality all shattered over $120.
“I’m not very experienced with this,” I said. “It’s my first time here.”
“I’m not going to tell you how to treat a woman,” she said. “But just relax, I'll take care of you”
This woman whose name left me as soon as I told her mine, let me into her world. A world filled with curves. —A body that despite being visited many times was still a body without blemishes. At first I was indifferent. After all this is this is her job. Her name fake, her feelings irrelevant but she was perfect. That night I touched a Goddess.
Where had her life gone wrong? What made her decide to throw away her life for this? Who was the man that broke her heart? What were the circumstances that led her to this?
I can’t stress about this anymore than what I am now. I’ve fallen to the pit of the crude and the crass. That night I met a random person. A person that had made her choices but someone who was still no doubt governed by emotion.
Don’t tell me you are indifferent to human contact.
Sex, sexuality and sensitivity, don’t tell me these things don’t matter. Marriage might be one thing. But the human touch is far more powerful. If words can scorn a person, how much more can a human touch affect us?
I don’t think any man—experienced or not—can ever suck in bed. The key is to explore every inch of her. Let her guide you on a journey, every soft touch, every nibble, every kiss opens one door to the next. Every touch means something.
Appreciate her and forget about everything else. Her body is an amazing sanctuary.
No one should ever buy human touch. It’s too beautiful a thing to take lightly.
