men = fuck toys / sexual meals

Music that I am listening to: Ricky Martin - "Jaleo".

 This has been just a little bit of an irrelevant comment. But since using the Internet in a tablet makes the websites to come in mobile version, there's no way that I can simply share the video. To show off what I am looking at and listenng to. But I look back quite often, because my mother would possibly think that I was wacthing porn. Gay porn. And things wouldn't be that good in a fight of the kind. Just chillin' and enjoyin' the moment!

 It comes that my thoughts are lead to men. Men in the street. Men in the gas station, that give some strong looks driving a man breathless. Men are rulling my mind and still I am not having no "sexual meals" lately, I do feel desire. But desire can lead to some addictions / dependences, if things aren't well settled to which baseline things are or will be. I like men as fuck toys. I think that I am just affraid of passing that border. But it doesn't really matters. I think, I desire and I crave for some men or situations. Men from the past, who were crushes of mine, might be the men wishing to have me nowadays. I've desired more than I should. I a used to be the hunter, not the prey. I know that I am there just for a single time. I make no promises.

 It's funny how men can condition my thoughts.

 I knw that life isn't just men. Men aren't part of the meal. They're just eye candies nowadays, don't need a fuck or a fuck toy today. I might crave them in 10 minutes. Maybe an hour, but not now.

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