For the most part in life, you pass as “normal”. You are a successful man and people respect you, admire you for what you’ve accomplished, and even look to you for advice. You have maintained a prestigious and abundantly nourished facade for so long, you even have yourself fooled… most of the time. It’s quite easy to lose touch with your less contented side of reality when you’re busy and surrounded by others who validate your presence in the world.

Time seems to move like a freight train. It goes way faster than you would like. As your day winds down, and you’re happy to finally be back home, yet you find yourself feeling empty at night, and are reminded that your true feelings are your closest companion (since the person you’re lying next to is a cold fish). It’s then that you start to feel the ache and nudge from the void within your loins and your reality starts to creep in.

Having it all is nothing if you do not actually “have it all”. You are sitting smack-dab in the middle of that thin red line that separates your lack of sexual gratification and intimacy from the outward image you feel you must portray to your co-workers, family and friends.

Until one day, you find me. Upon hearing my voice, you feel the first glimpse of acceptance and authentic happiness from me. I give you that much needed push that lands you on the other side of the red line! You’re welcome.

You inherently notice that there is something very different about me. I seem to see through the smoke and mirrors immediately whether you like it or not. (Mostly you love it, except that it scares you a little.) It’s okay, baby. You are safe with me. I know it’s a bit strange to feel so vulnerable with me. After all, it’s been a while since you’ve been with a female who actually enjoys being with you and willingly wants to embrace your sexual urges and desires.

At first you try all the old tricks, but nothing works with me. I see what I see. I feel what I feel. You can’t stop thinking about me. You feel a tad out of your element, like a school boy (it’s very charming, dear). You are a bit taken aback by this newfound acceptance that you’re experiencing from me. You feel a bit like you’re on a boat in rough waters even though you’re standing on dry land.

I see you. I see all of you. I sense your secrets. Something about me stirs you enough to make you want to share those secrets. When it comes to most threats, you wear your veneer brilliantly. You know how to hide. In fact, you’ve become a master at the art of becoming invisible.

It’s clearly different with me. And it’s clearly different with us. Your thoughts just keep running toward me. Your cock keeps getting hard for me. Your subconscious perceives that I want you in the same way that you want me. You do not have to put on a front any longer.

You are defenseless against me. This is because I brought you to the other side of the thin red line.

We’ve crossed over together, my baby. And I have thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.

They say that practice makes perfect. Call me and let’s practice what we do best.

It’s time to cum together.