After making love to 177 women across 3 continents, I have developed this strange feeling towards anyone new I see in the public i.e we could be making love in the bed tonight, if not right away.
This reminds me of my shy self during my teenage when such a thought would be impossible for me to entertain. Fast forward to my fifties, and I feel so much love that I wish to give it away physically.
What is right or wrong, I’d let everyone get away with their own definitions without allowing them to change mine. It’s the act of loving myself and others that I feel so attracted to.
What or who transformed me from my teenage to these lustful fifties? I’d be probably pondering upon my 177 lustful interactions with the most beautiful women for the rest of my life.
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