Monthly Archives: November 2010

I Love Seeing a Girl in Her Bra and Panties…

30 Tuesday Nov 2010

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There is someting quite beautiful about this vision…

I love seeing a woman in her underwear. There is something so sexy about it. It is hard to say why, but I suppose it is the fact that you don’t really see a woman in her underwear, unless she is your lover (or a drunk girl on Girls Gone Wild or something like that). Also, the bra and panties are not the final stage of erotic pleasures and delights; rather, they hint at what might come next, and still leave a lot to your imagination. Nor is it the same as seeing a girl on a beach in a bikini. That is a public situation, she is showing her bikini to the whole world, which is fine and hot, but it lacks that secretive, forbidden quality of seeing a girl in her bra and panties. Perhaps when I see her she might be lying on my bed, or perhaps she might be undressing in front of me, or perhaps, even better, I might be undressing her. One of my little fetishes is to wonder, whenever I see an attractive girl walking down the street, what she is wearing under her clothes. Getting a slight idea of what she is wearing, whether through a gentle hint of panty lines, or a slight view of the lace on her bra, is always a special treat. Again, it is the forbidden, secret nature of it all. Plus, what a girl wears is often reflective of her personality. I never really much got into the thong look; I prefer to see more traditional looking bra and panties on a girl, something that says, yes, I am good girl in public, but I have a bad girl side in private, and a bad side I only show to a select few. The photo above seems to suggest that. I especially love white on a girl…or black, red, blue or purple.  Hell, any color will do, so long as I can see it.

A beautiful woman in pretty underwear is like a work of art…

Its Passions Will Rock Thee…

24 Wednesday Nov 2010

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I read this poem recently by the great Romantic poet  Percy Bysshe Shelly (1792-1822). He was one of the finest lyric poets in English, as this poem aptly displays. It is titled simply, “Lines”.

Lines

When the lamp is shatter’d
The light in the dust lies dead;
When the cloud is scatter’d
The rainbow’s glory is shed;
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remember’d not
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot

As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart’s echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute–
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through the ruin’d cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman’s knell

When hearts have once mingled
Love first leaves the well built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possest.
O Love, who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For you cradle, your home, and your bier?

Its passions will rock thee
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from the wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.

Poetry is one of my great passions. It is the purest form of verbal art, and, when done well, has the power to enchant and fill the mind and soul like nothing else. I suppose modern pop music is the closest thing we have today to what poetry what once was in our society. My grandmother, who was from Glasgow, Scotland, and who had not been educated beyond the high school level, proudly displayed a copy of the great Scottish poet Robert Burns in her home. She could recite many of his verses by memory, and with her Scottish accent it was always a treat for me to hear her say those verses when I was a boy. She could also recite from memory large passages of Shakespeare, something most college educated people today could not even do.

I particularly enjoy older poets, those who wrote when poetry was still part of the everyday cultural landscape in a way it is no longer today. I find that earlier poetry (pre-twentieth century) strove for a musical quality to the verse, sought to enchant, please, and fill the listener with a certain degree of verbal and imaginary pleasure. It is one of the things I enjoy about Shelly’s poem here. I find too much of modern poetry abstruse, abstract, overly intellectual and just downright ugly. Those are just my tastes. I enjoy beauty in all things, especially artistic things, and especially in poetry.

When I read this poem recently it reminded me of Rivelino’s torturous journey through different women, from his ex-wife Valentina to his latest infatuation with Mia. See his blog alpharivelino.wordpress.com for all the juicy details. But what this poem relates so well, and how it relates to Rivelino, is that it is often the ones most prone to love, to romantic feelings, who are the most destroyed in the process. When Shelly says in the third stanza: “The weak one is singled/ To endure what is once possest/O Love, who bewailest/The frailty of all things here/Why chose you the frailest/ for your cradle, your home, and your bier?” I was reminded of Rivelino, who comes across in his blog as quite “ weak” and “frail” indeed when it comes to romantic passions. I don’t mean this in a demeaning way; rather, it is true that those who are the most sensitive to love and susceptible to romantic passions are the ones who can be most easily hurt and damaged by that very power of love.

And when  the last stanza begins by declaring about romantic love, “Its passions will rock thee,” I found this most true. I have experienced this, gladly so, throughout my life. It is one of the joys of life, to be rocked by romantic, even sexual passion, to experience not only the joys but also the pains of love, for when we experience these things we know we have lived, lived well, and not missed out on the pleasures that life can offer. It is then, when we are infused with love and passion, when we feel and share that deepest connection with another person, that we are fully human. Love is a risky business, but a risk worth taking.

The Perfect Beta?

22 Monday Nov 2010

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This was his reward for being a good and dutiful "partner"...

I found this somewhere, I can’t remember where, but I find it amusing. It is funny because there is truth to it, at least for a significant number of people.  I especially find it amusing whenever I see so many young couples in love, walking hand in hand, their love so publicly displayed, so pure and innocent, so untainted by the realities of infidelities and the inevitable boredom that comes after the heat of passion has faded away.

In five years time how many freshly minted lovers will experience something like this? Notice he has flowers too. As a man, such things make no difference when you have lost the interest of your woman. Perhaps this man is Rivelino’s perfect beta: the company man who works hard, leads a stable life, fawns over his girlfriend or wife, and is unbearably boring to her.

So one day he walks in on her fucking the gardener…

The Babes of the Weather Channel or Why I Love Nerdy Girls

20 Saturday Nov 2010

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She would make a good Weather Channel babe...

I have to confess I watch the Weather Channel.  Moreover, I even enjoy watching the Weather Channel because of their thorough weather treatment. But most of all I enjoy watching the Weather Channel because of the assortment of babes presenting us with the latest forecast. Weather Channel babes are hot. At least I find them hot. What do I like about them? Well, I think most of them probably have actual background in meteorology. If so, they must have been the more geeky, nerdy type of girls in college, not so much the party girl type. They probably spent long hours studying complicated science texts on different weather phenomena.  I have always preferred the brainy, nerdy, intellectual girls to the vapid party girls. And I know that girls who are geeky and nerdy tend also to be very sexual. All that time alone, intellectualizing things, tends to make the female mind more open to sexual thoughts. I remember one girl telling me how she had a hard time not thinking about sex whenever she had to study for something and that her hand would eventually wander its way down to her jeans, then inside her jeans and the moment she felt her panties her pussy would get wet and she would have to masturbate. This has been my experience with girls who are of a more intellectual bent: they tend also to be very sexual, horny, and more open to sexual pleasures. Some of the best sex I have ever had has been with intellectual type of girls. Sex that was kinky, open to experimentation, pursuing sexual fantasies, physical and passionate. A girl who spends a lot of time intellectualizing things is incredibly ripe for a visceral seduction, she longs to feel her inner animal nature touched by a man who can stir those flames of passion. She longs to be bad, since she has to be so good in so many other areas of her public life, with all the pressure to pass exams, succeed, have a career, etc. After spending so much time living in the abstract world of the mind, she longs to feel her flesh caressed with heat and sensuality. And I love sharing pleasures with those types of girls.

I always love finding out what lies beneath that brainy persona...

So I wonder if those delightful Weather Channel babes are like that? Whenever I watch them I wonder. I hope someday I read about some sexual scandal involving at least one of them? They are hot, they dress in that formal, prim and proper way, the way that makes you want to seduce and ravish them even more. There is nothing like taking a girl who dresses conservatively, yet still feminine, and yanking her dress up, bending her over her office desk, ripping her panties off, and fucking her brains out. Perhaps it might just a quickie, but it would be enough to remind her of the primal sexual world that exists all around, and even within, her more staid, formal and intellectual professional world.

Ancient Roman Erotic Art

16 Tuesday Nov 2010

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I would have enjoyed doing this to Roman women as well...

Oral sex has been around for a long time, as this Roman wall painting from Pompeii shows. For those of you who may not know, Pompeii was an upper middle class city destroyed by the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius in 79 A.D., at the height of the Roman Empire. Buried under volcanic ash for centuries, it was rediscovered in 1599  and has since then been mostly excavated. It is the most well preserved Roman city from antiquity and presents us with a unique insight into the every day life in the Roman world at that time.

I find this painting interesting, showing as it does that cunnilingus was not unknown in antiquity.  How widespread it was is of course hard to say, but that it did occur is obvious from this painting.  It would be interesting to know how many people from that time may have found this image stimulating, or just curious.

And again, as this painting shows, erotica, both art and writing, has been around for millennia. The study of antiquity usually reveals how much human nature stays the same over long periods of time and even places. An enjoyment of things erotic seems to be part of that unchanging nature.

To the Lovely Ashlee Karen

13 Saturday Nov 2010

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So, there is this relatively new blogger out there, Ashlee Karen (see my blog roll under Ashleeekaren). She seems like an interesting, good natured, intelligent woman, with real life experience, who is undertaking a unique experiment. She is trying to go a year without sex. A hard task for anyone, but certainly a hard task for an attractive, engaging woman such as herself. She seems like someone who could have sex with most any man she wants, and given what I can glean of her personality online, most men would enjoy her company.

I understand the need for celibacy and a break from sex. Often in my own life I have wanted some balance, or even withdrawal from sex, especially after a period of frantic sex with multiple women, or after a difficult breakup. I also know how difficult this is. The erotic urge is a powerful one; but one of the contradictions, at least for me, of refraining from sex, is a greater sense and appreciation of the erotic powers. Despite my own at times overwhelming sexual passions, balance in sex is something I believe in. So I cheer Ashlee on in her struggle and goal of no sex for a whole year, and I wish her luck. I know she will experience personal growth and happiness in her project, and will be better off in the end.

However, I also want to tempt her away from this project. In all my depravity, I would love nothing more than for her to fall, give in to her sexual desires, and once again enjoy the wonderful pleasures of hot sex. After such a long time the sex would of course be hot, if it were with the right person. And if I were given the opportunity, I would love nothing more than to seduce her myself.

How would this come about? I really don’t know. I can imagine different scenarios. One of the things I enjoy doing is talking with women, and I have found, contrary to what many say in the PUA sphere, that a good, long and in depth conversation with a woman can stimulate her in other  ways. A woman is often attracted to a man’s mind, and if she is also attracted to him physically, well, a good conversation can lead to more than simple intellectual pleasures. So perhaps we would get to know each other through discussion, long and in depth, and perhaps some of our discussion would be in private, late into the night, and either her place or mine. I image she would be dressed well, perhaps wearing a pretty but sexy dress of some sort, a dress that teased me with her body, without showing too much.

One thing I know for sure: our conversation would eventually turn to sex. She is open, sensual, and sexual, and enjoys talking about sex. Unlike so many girls out there, she does not possess that stern and solemn puritanism, that inability to let go when it comes to sexual things, both physical and mental. And from there, talking about sex, we would eventually begin to explore sex with each other too…

I am not sure what Ashlee likes, but I guarantee she would enjoy the full course Racer X treatment. From what I can see of her she has a lovely body and, although I have never seen it except in a blurred photo, a cute face. I see long hair, curves, sensuality, the things men love. I can imagine running my hands through her hair while I kissed her neck or while we enjoyed sharing lots of warm kisses. Like all girls, I am sure she enjoys the art of kissing, and most likely would love to be kissed for long periods of time. Most men don’t understand the importance of kissing well, how this readies a girl for more and deeper sexual pleasures, and opens her up to experiencing fully the joys of sensual love. It is the true bridge between “game” and successful sexual pleasure.

But I can image, after such a long time, after suffering through all that abstinence and all those frustrations, Ashlee would warm up, heat up, even over-heat, very quickly, once I started kissing her. I can imagine her moans, her soft sighs as I kissed may way down her neck to her shoulders, and then downward, to her luscious breasts, and began kissing her through her dress, while massaging and caressing her breasts at the same time. As I was kissing her I would smell her perfume, the fragrance of  her hair, and it would all mix in with the softness of her body to create a powerful and beautiful moment of anticipated erotic pleasure. The frustration in her would build suddenly to a boiling point, as she felt my mouth on her breasts but only through the fabric of her dress, and, when she felt my hand move slowly but firmly between her legs and up her dress and over the completely soaked material of her lacy panties, she would scream out, “God, please fuck me right now, I can’t take it anymore.”

And I would oblige. But I would make her wait. Yes, I would tease her. I would tell her, “Yes, I am going to fuck you, I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before, but I am going to do it when you are ready, and I need to get you ready.” And I would say this as I slowly moved my head down her body, lifted up her dress past her hips, pulled off her panties, and dove into her long neglected vagina. And there I would stay, licking and kissing her pussy, giving it the attention it most sorely needs, drinking all her juices flowing out of her in a long awaited glorious release, until she was more than satisfied. And I would do this as long as she wanted, as much as she wanted, to make her as ready as possible to feel for the first time in so long the pleasures of a large and exceedingly hard cock inside her.

We would still be on the couch, unable to move, so heated would our passions be. After such a long time, the niceties of slow love making in a soft bed are to be bypassed for now, in favor of the furious and intense fuck of long awaited sex. As I licked and tasted her pussy she would become more and more lost in sexual ecstasy, and more and more desirous of feeling that final and most complete sensation. I can imagine her bucking and writhing her hips as my tongue caressed, licked and sucked on her engorged clitoris, as my fingers caressed the inner walls of her vagina, as I gave her the attention she had so nobly denied herself for so long. And then, after she had her fill of oral delights, I  would finally stand up, and she would lean over and in a heated and impatient manner, unbuckle and unzip my pants and yank them down, and gasp when she saw the large and firmly erect penis in front of her. Unable to resist, she would take me in her mouth, wanting to feel first with her lips and tongue what she was eager to feel later with her burning pussy. And I would love the feeling of her warm, moist mouth on me, sucking and licking me, her hands cupping and massaging my full balls, her mouth then sucking on my balls, all while I ran my hand through her dark, silky hair. Then, wanting to waste no more time, with her dress still yanked up past her hips but her panties ripped and now lying on the floor, I would pull he dress up over her shoulders, rip her bra off, spread her legs wide, position myself atop her, and firmly but gently insert my cock inside her. She would scream, loud and intense, at the feel of my large cock first entering her, first slipping past that tight little entrance and into the full depth of her pussy, and she would grab me from behind and pull me into her as deeply as possible. I can imagine how wet she would be, and how tight her sweet pussy would feel, especially after being neglected for so long. And then, once she felt comfortable with the fulness of my cock inside her, our fucking would begin.

And fuck we would. It would be fast, furious, intense, hot, violent, without inhibitions, full of fire and the explosive power that only a freshly broken celibacy can bring. I love to pound a woman, hard and fast, and that is how I would pound her. In all our manic rage  her legs at times would be wrapped around my waist, then up over my shoulders, or spread out wide across in a lovely V shape as I grabbed her feet aloft. Her moans and screams flowing from each thrust of my hard cock would fill the entire apartment, perhaps even the entire apartment building. Only our passionate kissing would mute them. Now that her dress had been ripped off, exposing her whole body, I would enjoy the vision immensely. And of course we would kiss even more, as I fucked her, kissing her neck, face, hair, her breasts, every part of her that I could while we fucked . And then, in the midst of all this, I would pull my cock out and tell her to turn around, so I could fuck her from behind. But before she did that I would let her taste herself on my cock, and she would take me back in her mouth, taste her juices on my cock, and then we would kiss, and we would both taste her juices on my lips and we would both enjoy it.

And then I would fuck her from behind, one of my favorite positions, loving the site of her ass. Again, it would be intense, as I fucked her, slapping her ass, massaging her tight little butt hole, pulling her hair, fingering her ass, doing everything dirty I could to her. Her screams of pleasure would only increase with each powerful thrust of my cock inside her, as I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto me, or as she moved back and pushed herself into my eager cock. And we would fuck, and fuck hard, over and over again like this, until the moment came when we could not take it anymore, and I finally exploded inside of her. She would love the feel of my warm cum filling her vagina after such a long time, and in our exhaustion and sweat I would lean over onto her, and kiss her disheveled hair and moist face, both passionately and delicately, and tell her how much I enjoyed ending her celibacy. After such a long time she would be speechless, and would whisper in sweaty panting a few words of gratitude, while we kissed and collapsed onto each other, me still being behind her, my lips mingling with her hair and her lips. Then, as we kissed some more, she would softly mouth, “Oh God, it has been soo long, I don’t know how I made it that long…”

But of course this would only be the appetizer. Soon enough we would move to the bed, to engage in more pleasures, pleasures that would last the whole night, because after such a long time without sex Ashlee would need special, serious, and thorough erotic treatment. And I am just the man to give it to her.

More on the Glorious Natural Pelt

13 Saturday Nov 2010

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For a beautiful example of  what is a “Glorious Natural Pelt” (as I wrote in a previous post), the following post on “Retrotic” should be viewed:  http://www.retrotic.com/2010/11/12/sylvie-garant-november-1979-playmate-of-the-month/ The woman in these photos possesses, for me, a perfect and most lovely form of that long lost female treasure.

But more than an image of a woman with a beautiful bush, I think these photos in general are a good example of something that is both artistic and erotic. They are sexual without being crude, explicit without being tastelessly graphic, and they display a true sense of femininity that is often missing in today’s more up-front world of porn and erotica.

I also believe that too many of today’s erotic photos, or visual erotic art in general, is too heavily masculine. By that I mean the models often look too hard, tough or masculine. I think it is interesting to remember that in 1979, when these photos were taken, there was nothing out there compared to the plethora of images we can find today, thanks to the internet, so Playboy models had a much bigger impact of standards of erotic beauty than they do today.  The models back then were much softer and feminine than today’s models.  It seems that a shift has taken place over the past thirty or forty years in ideals of female beauty. Today’s models, with their artificial breasts, butts, and other body parts, seem less real than the models of the past. And for this reason they often seem less alluring and attractive to me. These older models seem more real, more natural, and are certainly more similar in their bodies to the actual women that I have slept with, made love to, and felt next to me, naked, in bed. They have curves, hips, lovely breasts, round yet cute asses, an overall delightful softness and delicious femininity that is inviting and soaked with fertility,  and of course, perhaps most revealing of all, they posses that most precious treasure which is sorely missing today, that wonderful, God-given creation that all generations of men have so blessedly enjoyed except ours, The Glorious Natural Pelt.

Ancient Erotica

12 Friday Nov 2010

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Erotica has been around for eons, as this ancient Greek vase painting shows.

Porn or erotica has been around since people have been around. This is a ancient Greek vase painting from around 430 B.C. The Greeks were very fond of painting different scenes, usually mythological, on their pottery, and this is a fine example. Certainly, this image is meant to incite some sort of prurient interested in the onlooker, even though it still has artistic merits on its own. Most likely it depicts a man and a prostitute, since the ancient Greeks were not too fond of their women doing such things in public. Prostitution was quite legal and quite common in ancient Greece. And remember too this vase would have been placed in someone’s home, or perhaps a brothel, so it would have been very public and visible to many. They were not as squeamish as we are when it came to sex and nudity.  They probably would not have understood the “NSFW” thing when it came to blogs.

Since man first learned to draw, or write, or since he first told stories, the erotic has been part his expression. There is a whole academic field dealing with Greek vase paintings, a serious discipline, with learned tomes written in incomprehensive German or other foreign languages, in addition to English. But it is interesting to note that even in ancient erotica, the figures possess the same standards of beauty that we adhere to today: youth, sleek and sound bodies, large breasts on the woman, a slender yet feminine form.  The Greeks were highly sensitive to these things and created some of the finest sculptures dedicated to nothing more than human beauty. Usually it was a male beauty, but the female beauty is found time to time too. Their perfection in sculpture and their sense of physical beauty was not matched again until the Italian Renaissance, almost 2000 years after the apex of Greek culture in art and literature.

So for those who think porn is the scourge of our own society, you could find examples of erotic writings and imagery, not only from the Western world, but from all cultures, all over the world, for millennia. I always find it fascinating how the erotic is so deeply woven into our lives, and into the lives of past generations, cultures and civilizations too.

First Vassy, Now Thursday and Ashlee…

04 Thursday Nov 2010

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Anonymity is what makes the blog world go round.

I can understand why people would shut their blogs down. Anonymity is the blood of the blogosphere. When that is threatened then people need to protect themselves. Still, it is sad to see some of the more rational voices, such as Thursday (as I learned today from In Mala Fide http://www.inmalafide.com/2010/11/02/voting-in-mala-fide-or-why-im-supporting-carl-paladino/#comment-27647) shutting their blog down because they have been recognized. So we can add Vasafaxa (Eve’s Library) to those ranks too, at least for now. Ashleekaren (No Sex in my City) also had a new blog that was fun and that seems to have been shut down too, at least for now.

For me, blogging is entertainment. I don’t take this seriously. I do it mostly for myself and enjoy when others derive some pleasure from my writings. How can you take anything online, in an anonymous world, too seriously? This is why I enjoy Rivelino’s http://alpharivelino.wordpress.com/ blog so much, because it is pure entertainment, even though perhaps he does not intend it to be. I would like to think of myself as entertaining people in some way, adding some nice and pleasant distraction in an already difficult and troublesome world. Talking about love and sex, writing erotic pieces,  or just making someone feel a little bit special with my “special” posts are things I enjoy about this.

But as forum for serious discussion and intellectual content, no. I have read too many blogs and seen the acrimony that arises which, in this strange world of the internet, can become toxic and quite disturbing. So I stay away from that. I prefer to have my debates with people I can see face to face or at least know something about in a more transparent forum.

So I am sorry to see some nice blogs go away. I hope new ones arise and people won’t feel compelled to hide in fear from recognition, even though I can understand anonymity being paramount in a world like this. People can talk openly about their ideas or lives on their blogs precisely because they can feel safe from personal retribution or ridicule; those who threaten to violate that code of anonymity should themselves be ostracized from this realm.  In a world already suffocating too much in PC madness, blogs are one place where people can feel like they can speak freely and that needs to be protected vigorously.

Charlie Sheen and Porn Stars

01 Monday Nov 2010

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So now we have these stories in the news recently of Charlie Sheen’s latest drug crazed adventures with a porn star: http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2010/10/31/2010-10-31_charlie_sheen_continues_out_of_control_cocaine_binge_with_hookers_in_los_angeles.html

Now, I have no problem with a man, especially a celebrity, taking full advantage of his uber-alpha status and banging as many women as he possibly can. If I were a rock star, movie star, star athlete, or just a billionaire, I would be amassing as much pussy as I possible could. I would want my numbers to be in the thousands.

However, it is one thing to discretely have sex with as many women as possible, it is another thing to make an ass out of yourself in that pursuit. Charlie Sheen, despite his movie stardom, is now making a fool out of himself. He is becoming laughable. Has anyone seen the photo the bimbo-pornstar he tore up a hotel room over? She has that typically artificial, overly used and damaged look of most porn stars. I honestly don’t find too many porn stars that attractive. They just look too hard, tired and worn out.  Apparently she is already consulting a lawyer, undoubtedly with the intention of trying to milk as much money out of Sheen as possible. Nice job, Charlie.

Hey Charlie baby, first you tried to fuck me and now I am going to fuck you, for millions. Hehehehe. Isn't life just grand! I love you, baby!

Apparently Sheen has a serious drug problem. Perhaps he can blame it one the alcohol or drugs. I really do not know. But is his present public humiliation worth all this? For Eliot Spitzer, was it worth losing the governorship of NY over a hooker? Is pussy that valuable?

The answer is no. As I have mentioned before, the greatest power any man has is to simply walk away. To give such power to such vacuous creatures as some of these porn stars and prostitutes seem to be, is the height of male folly. A man can seduce, enjoy as many women as possible without being a laughing stock, losing his job, disgracing his reputation. In my earlier post on Cary Grant or Grace Kelly I think we have examples of people who certainly had many affairs, but in ways that were discreet and of high quality. Guys like Sheen are simply buffoons.

A man should be selective. He should possess power. He should not put himself in positions of ridicule over pussy. Seduction should be conducted with a certain degree of grace and class and dignity. A man should play the game of seduction like he plays chess, or poker, or some other high class game, with control, intelligence, and consummate guiding power. Running around naked in a hotel room chasing an STD ridden porn star is not dignified.

I like to play the high class game. In the end your numbers may be lower, but the quality will be higher. I like quality over quantity. I guarantee it does make for better sex.