Once upon a time there was a man ( A.K.A. me) who decided to return the sparks back to his life. So he started to date high end girls and spent top dollars for them. Girls from every ethnicity and all different styles. Poor guy, After spending lots of sweat and semen he learned that: 1) A satisfying intimacy cannot be bought by any amount of money, power or influence. 2) the chances of finding a tiny amount of brains in those perfect bodies was as slim as the chances of finding a peacock on the moon. Therefore our guy, gave himself an honorary diploma and graduated himself from Swedish touch C. fox and other walk-in parlors. In pursue of missing sparks, the above -mentioned guy went online. On the web he saw many talented individuals. Like women showing off their ability to shove their hand in their anus up to their wrist (like they are trying to scratch their itchy pancreas from inside!). Or the men holding their stud in front of their faces with such a great pride, the same pride that Neil Armstrong had when holding USA flag pole on the moon. They were mostly the people who cannot afford a couple hundred dollars to get quality sex so lurk there to find a free mate to exchange body fluids with. Were Not my place since I suffer from just a bit of phobia when it comes to HIV and Hepatitis. Chasing those missing sparks, I ended up here. Here I am trying to find a smart lady and the flurry of fire and sparks that comes with worshiping her.

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