July 19, 2012

• Why women steal men’s ecstasy……sad

      TAMING THE BEAST!

                                 

   

      I’m not going to try and define sex because I always get confused between the ooooos and aaaaas! I have a vague memory of sex being exciting and scary all at the same time and it was an event that took over your body and mind and drained you of all your ecstasy and gland juices. Such a mystery.

      God made sex pleasurable for a reason….to motivate dumb beast to propagate. On the ‘Jolly scale,’ it rates just above a vibrating recliner or pissing in a swimming pool. The problem is, God made it incredibly wonderful and then punished us for enjoying it too much. The paradox is mind boggling.

      Many years ago, during my youth, I lost my virginity in the backseat of a 1956 Ford. One moment it was there and then the next it was gone! My ecstasy was drained and gone! I felt used and hollow inside and a bit shameful of what had just happened. The next time I surrendered my ecstasy, I was completely over the shame and soon felt like Tarzan with a jungle full of Janes.

      As I grew into manhood, I quickly realized that men, in many cases, are simply used by certain women who care very little for them. Their only intent is to solely harvest their manly ecstasy. Once done….the man is left in a babbling heap much like a dumb beast. So many sad stories I could tell of lost nights and spent ecstasies. It was not until I served in Asia that I met women who really cared. They would express their emotional conviction with gentle words like “Me love you loooong time, GI.”  Even though they never took my ecstasy, they often took my wallet. But still, my libido was intact.

      After the military, I spent the next few years in college where women stalked the campus grounds at night feeding on strolling ecstasies like horny moistened jungle bats. I was used on more than a few occasions after being forced fed on herb filled brownies. I felt voided.

      It has taken me years to finally figure out the incredible mystery concerning a man’s ecstasy. During those vital moments of pre-ecstasy, a great deal of a man’s blood is redirected to the nether region of his body. The only part of the body not needed at that moment is the man’s brain, so the needed blood is drained from that organ to another. This causes the destruction of millions of oxygen starved brain cells, and this accounts for the ooooo’s and aaaaaa’s that follow as he has already lost his ability to communicate. He has become a staggering plaything who’s thought processes are now channeled through his groin.

      After she has salvaged his ecstasy, he is now easier to control and for all intended purposes….she now owns him! Sad. I have been ecstasy challenged for years now and if it were not for ‘spell-check’, I would not be able to communicate today.

   

   

   

   

   

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