So I'm here sitting on the computer per usual. My wife is watching a costly DVD box set collection of Sex in the City while I putz around on the Internet wondering if I can get away with looking at porn on the Internet and the gratuitous self-grope in the sake of manhood. I catch bits and pieces of the show when suddenly I hear a part, which says, "Here we found ourselves. Four women single for a night on the town" or some such bullshit who can tell, I have only see things from one perspective. I vaguely remembered the fact that one of the girls was dating some guy that could orally pleasure her in a way she had never been pleasured. They called him… Mr. Pussy. Now here inlays the problem. "Mr. Pussy," now be honest who would not want to be known as him, was so good they felt he had to be passed on to the next woman because he was too good to be with one woman. So if that was truly the "rule" then why was I married? Laugh if you will but maybe in my own special way, I kind of always considered myself a "Mr. Pussy." I've worked very hard and been trained by women that by all accounts should have been experts in their field. I take direction well, but better then that I don't generally need it. I'd like to think that I have approached it the way an artist would. Something to be molded and sculptured in a way to achieve maximum pleasure. Not maybe for myself but for everyone I thought should enjoy. So here is where it all falls apart. If I was truly "Mr. Pussy," then why was I married? Did some selfish woman take it upon herself to leave "Mr. Pussy out of the loop? To deny some poor woman the pleasure of a night with "Mr. Pussy" that she is willing to break some sort of womanly code, as to keep Mr. pussy from the clutches of another???
Or could it be that maybe, just maybe, I am not? Mr. Pussy?"
Not possible.
Or could it be that maybe, just maybe, I am not? Mr. Pussy?"
Not possible.
