Marquis
Jack Dawkins
- Joined
- Jul 9, 2002
- Posts
- 10,462
I spend a lot of time thinking about who I am, the decisions I make. How I portray myself and how I let people see me.
I guess it should come as no secret that I revel in being a ladies' man. I didn't get a lot of attention from women for a long time, attention I always craved and I covet it dearly to this day. Guiness would have no interest in me, but I get laid more than anyone I know.
Moreover, I fuck hot girls. Models, cheerleaders, strippers, whatever.... girls that guys want to fuck. Furthermore, I fuck them in hot ways. I tie them up, spank them, fuck them in every hole while I push their limits gently but firmly and figure out their unique sexual buttons.
I love it, I really do.
But I can't help but wonder if in the midst of all this opulence of sexual gratification, I'm not disguising a very real problem I might have. I sometimes wonder if I'm addicted to sex. My need for sex seems to be the greatest hunger I have in life sometimes, above all else.
I want new women, new experiences, new pictures and stories.
I wonder if maybe this wouldn't be such a problem if I had more discipline. For one, if a succulent young slut wants to come fuck me, homework gets put away like clutter while I light candles and uncork wine.
But much more importantly, I don't consistently use condoms. In the moment, I often find myself caring more about catching that perfect nut than protecting myself. Of course, immediately afterwards I feel like absolute shit for playing russian roullette with my life any my health.
Everyone is trustworthy beforehand, no one is afterwards.
I get tested like that's gonna cure me if I have something, but I've been very lucky so far.
The worst part of course is the trust I break with my submissive, who allows me to sexually explore elsewhere with the understanding that I will be responsible with our sexual health. Nothing makes me feel like more of a failure as a Dominant than when I have to tell her that we'll have to use condoms until I can get tested because I fucked up. Again.
I don't know how deep this goes, but its on my mind rather heavily recently. Yes, it is because of a recent incident, but the worst part is that I've been doing really well recently. Using condoms religiously, or not fucking at all.
Why is it that I can't stop myself?
Why is it that I even need to be out there like this, putting myself at risk for a few cheap thrills or the chance to connect with some stranger on an oddly personal level?
I feel like this is really taking a negative impact on my life, do I need to go to fucking meetings?
I guess it should come as no secret that I revel in being a ladies' man. I didn't get a lot of attention from women for a long time, attention I always craved and I covet it dearly to this day. Guiness would have no interest in me, but I get laid more than anyone I know.
Moreover, I fuck hot girls. Models, cheerleaders, strippers, whatever.... girls that guys want to fuck. Furthermore, I fuck them in hot ways. I tie them up, spank them, fuck them in every hole while I push their limits gently but firmly and figure out their unique sexual buttons.
I love it, I really do.
But I can't help but wonder if in the midst of all this opulence of sexual gratification, I'm not disguising a very real problem I might have. I sometimes wonder if I'm addicted to sex. My need for sex seems to be the greatest hunger I have in life sometimes, above all else.
I want new women, new experiences, new pictures and stories.
I wonder if maybe this wouldn't be such a problem if I had more discipline. For one, if a succulent young slut wants to come fuck me, homework gets put away like clutter while I light candles and uncork wine.
But much more importantly, I don't consistently use condoms. In the moment, I often find myself caring more about catching that perfect nut than protecting myself. Of course, immediately afterwards I feel like absolute shit for playing russian roullette with my life any my health.
Everyone is trustworthy beforehand, no one is afterwards.
I get tested like that's gonna cure me if I have something, but I've been very lucky so far.
The worst part of course is the trust I break with my submissive, who allows me to sexually explore elsewhere with the understanding that I will be responsible with our sexual health. Nothing makes me feel like more of a failure as a Dominant than when I have to tell her that we'll have to use condoms until I can get tested because I fucked up. Again.
I don't know how deep this goes, but its on my mind rather heavily recently. Yes, it is because of a recent incident, but the worst part is that I've been doing really well recently. Using condoms religiously, or not fucking at all.
Why is it that I can't stop myself?
Why is it that I even need to be out there like this, putting myself at risk for a few cheap thrills or the chance to connect with some stranger on an oddly personal level?
I feel like this is really taking a negative impact on my life, do I need to go to fucking meetings?