Back to basics...

Ok, so here we are, untouched, tight, unopen, mouldable....very mouldable.
A virgin. A 22 year old virgin. A 22 year old male virgin. A 22 year old clever virgin with the mind of a seedy disastrous whore. Perhaps not so clever. But willing to try....always willing to try.

When i was young, i would fantasise about couples, was turned on by women, by the way their lips engulfed a man's mouth, that greedy hunger. The lighting of a match.

During adolesence, i think something happened. In fact, i know something happened, though i have no idea what, or why, or when...to prise me away from the vagina. It was only once i was at a great distance that i saw the fleshy, layered, mound of female oppression for what it was. The truth is, she who has a vagina, never quite owns it, never quite controls it. For she is too concerned with trimming and wiping and rubbing to really hear its cries as a man (any man) ties a leash around it and takes it for a walk.

Ahh!....and then i turned 16. 16, when school and bullies were the bain of my life. When i found my long and hard second brain, really found it. A few years earlier, i orgasmed for the first time.

I recall it with perhaps the same excitement i had on the day. The morning tug had produced a different sensation. Before then, you simply tug and let it be. But something pushed me on, further on...it was electric, the bolts of desire that ran through my body that morning. And so i came. It was clear, splashed across the toilet seat. And, just like a child given a new toy, i ran home after school to have another play, and another, and another. And i can safely say, this is one of the things in my life that hasn't bored me. It hasn't bored me once. And even though i'm now greedy for something more, something different, it never will.

And now. I've discovered a hidden side. A side which i shouldn't have. A side which is too tempting to dismiss. And it will lead to my demise, i know. But so what? The twenty year old me would never have said or allowed this. The twenty year old wanted a fantastic job without first building up a CV. But not me. Not now.

At the moment, i'm intrigued. By sex. By the idea of sex, by the greed, the destruction, the fountain of sex. The ocean of sex, the sewer of sex. In fact, you might say, i wouldn't mind swimming the sewer of sex. I wouldn't mind at all. But it's hard to break the shell you've been creating for the past twenty two years. And that's why i have my chisel, you, dear reader, are my chisel. And this blog....well it's the hammer.

So, i want to lose my virginity, the blessed thing it is, before i turn 23. I want to swim in the sewer and come out smelling of daisies (or incense, depending on which you'd prefer). This is a place where i will talk and you will listen. A place where i shall give and you will recieve. Is that clear?

And as i slowly unravel, as i gradually tumble, so shall you, dear reader, so shall you.