I want to talk about something near and dear to my heart today. I want to talk about ‘pink matter.’ I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.
The way it warms to the touch.
The way it sort of contracts with a touch.
As a man there’s really no better feeling than seeing a woman lying in bed or sitting on the couch and touching her ‘pink matter.’
2012 has not been a good year for me when it comes to ‘pink matter,’ mainly because I’m trying my best to not be the man that racks up this body count my future girlfriend will have to deal with. But that doesn’t mean…
That doesn’t mean I don’t think about it everyday. I miss the ‘pink matter’ text and 5am conversations.
The way it sort of leaks and moistens. The way it looks in panties or boy shorts or tights.
Make no mistake, this blog isn’t meant to be smart or artistic or well read. This blog is me losing my mind because sex is everything to me.