FULL BODY ANALYSIS

I found some guys, who I really didn't know how to classify and categorize. When their hotness comes from multiple origins and sources, there are then multiple points of interest that could - be of interest ... and warranting further analysis of, WHY ... they make me hot.

 

In essense, their whole fuckin' body has to be analyzed and deconstructed bit  by bit, and I would have to jerk off to each and every single body part under my specific examination ... yes, a tireless effort ... but, clinical studies do require careful attention and precision, and deconstructive scientific methods as to how to dissect perfect, god-like bodies into simple basic swallowable entities that can produce fluids in the mouths of their researchers ...

 

 

That being said, I have (non-regrettably) slept with so many guys in Montréal since I came here, so many DIFFERENT DIFFERENT COOL guys! I dunno what bod types or physical traits I desire or don't desire non plus! I've slept with guys for their bodies, for their awesome hard perfectly crafted dicks, for their cute faces and adorable flirtatious eyes, for their kind personalites and their hospitality ...

 

This is what age does to you. I'm in my early thirties now, and the type of guy I had in mind for me in my 20's has totally changed its orbital course by now. I AM in constellation hornicas gamma 32A andromedaslutfucker now - destination: Montréal ... population cumtimesinfinity. Montréal is a horny, horny, sinful city. It is Las Vegas, Canada. Everything here is sous la table and inside your pants.

 

It's about getting your freak on whenever, wherever, doesn't matter wit' who!!! Socialist, co-operative sex. It's a pool of horniness, and when we dip in the pool, we cum out fully drained.

 

There is a rawness, freaky-deaky nature, Québec gone savage attitude (something that I had never experienced in Toronto never) ... thing about this city that has turned me on to guys who I would have never been in my repetoire in a million cums.

 

A switch has been turned on inside of me, and I approach new, exciting sexual encounters just like trying on new clothes on in the mall. Looks good on you, fuckin' wear it ...

 

So really when you're at the point where I am, where FUCKIN' everything turns you on, n' you're analyzing every guy on the street on how he is HAWT and how he turns you on just by him walking past you ... making no distinction on type and suitability to you in REAL TERMS  ... I then call that the open-house of sexual epiphany ... let every fookin' guy blow your mind and increase your horizons by ten thousand cums of revelation.

 

Forget the narrowing of ranges, and sub-classifications of guy types. Everybody can become hot in a HOT SECOND. Nobody can ever have a mogonomous relationship avec this promiscuous city that is Montréal. This relationship is an OPEN (ENDED) QUESTION/RELATIONSHIP ... with no real end as long as ur alive and attached to a penis. We could realistically  stop for a pause, but there is no pause ... a millions dicks waiting ...

 

What to do then ... die cumming. DIE HARD AND CUMMING.