Girls. As i've realized my age, and in this captive situation where I cannot enter into a life of my own.

My longing for the human vagina has increased tremendously.

No I cannot say it is lust, as I would have in my younger years.

But it is a true longing.

No amount of gold in this universe can compare to the value of what rests between your thighs.

And in my mind's eye and my mind's ears, I permutate all kinds of visual-auditory simulations.

That holds deepest of meaning.

And if all this I see is unreal, and you are but women whose there to break my heart.

I will have to move on and find my peace in paid services.

A vagina unfamilar and without story, without meaning.

I will enter into the darkness.

I hope you won't let that.

You are saving a soul.

Please understand.

 

While the prospect may be intimidating and possibly uncomfortable in my approach...

Let us be mature and enter into what was meant to be.

Which is intercourse.

We will hear victorious trumpets reigning down from the open skies to congratulate us when we have done the deed.

Nothing that of shame or guilt, but audacious forward into the future....