Intricate Feelings

Do you know what it feels like to be born with a dick? A big dick? It feels like driving a big six by six truck through a muddy road and going past all those small tin cars stuck in the mud. Something like driving an armored H2 Hummer truck along Kampala road while others are driving Premios and Vitzs. It feels like being the only tall guy in a room full of whining midgets. Do you know what I feels like to wake up in the morning to big erect dick? Do you know? Well, I’ll tell you. It feels like waking up to a naked Munyankole girl next to you in bed. It feels like having a heavy wallet laden with 50 crisp notes of Ugx. 50.000 shillings and not having anything to do with it. So I wake up in the morning to my gorgeous Diana lying next to me spread-eagled. Her bare back glowing against the morning rays of the sun sneaking into our dark room through the slits in the curtains to illuminate her sexy body. Am in a trance staring at her impeccable beauty when my dick creeps up on me and whispers to her…good morning beautiful!

Do you know what it feels like to walk around all day with balls hanging below your dick? It feels like walking around with a pair of cabbages around your neck. It feels like having to run a race with a pair of eggs between your legs. You want to run but you also don’t want to crack the shells of the eggs. They are so important yet they are equally so susceptible to pain. So I walk around with dire precaution, with surgical precision as though I have a pair of newly born twins between my legs.

Do you know what a burden it is to carry sperms inside you? It feels like a being a terrorist with a jacket full of explosives strapped around your chest. You have this over boring feeling in your gut that anytime you can choose to give life or take it by choosing between a blow job or a quickie. Sperm is that bad ass tadpole that's gotta be corralled in a rubber if you are broke or unready for responsibility, that white squiggly liquid which causes your life to be ruined when it reaches the wrong woman’s egg. We men are a a breed of terrorists with sperm loads roaming the world and looking for just that right target to unload our spoof into…. We pillage every village along the way, fight random sperm soldiers, and carry on our normal routine until we find what we're looking for..... Women.

Have you ever been on a roller coaster? Do you know the feeling you get when it starts the ascent? It feels like you are superman ascending to new galaxies. Then you get to the peak and you start descending, you feel like you are falling freely from the sky. You feel like your life is coming to end and then, all over a sudden, all the motion comes to a halt. The wind stops blowing, the sounds die out and you are finally at ease, at peace, safe. That’s how you feel when you have had mad, hot fucks with your neighbor’s daughter and you chide yourself for not wearing the rubber only for her to tell you three weeks later, she’s HIV –ve and she just completed her cycle!

Do you understand the responsibility that comes with having both Pubic hair and a beard? Women are lucky, they just have to deal with pubic only. We guys have to deal with a beard as well. You sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and you feel like a fuzzy little animal. Something like a squirrel or a badger. You run your fingers from your chest, down to your pelvic area and back to your face and you feel like you just touched a Capybara. So you wake up and stumble into your bathroom to shave the fur off your body. Only then are you able to sleep and feel like Adam in Eden-butt naked.

Have you ever had a wet dream? Well, your body in unison with your adolescent mind creates the perfect image of an angel with slutty ways and this drop -dead sexy angel caresses your manhood to dick-hard proportions while you are a sleep. Then the angel starts to give you that badass blowjob before she sits tight on your iron bar dick only to get up and walk away. Suddenly you are running after her and begging for her to come back and finish what she started. She stops in her tracks and does the Miley Cyrus twerk and boom- you jerk off. The spoof rides out of your dick like a 38 caliber slug leaving a double barrel and crashes somewhere all over your bed sheets. You feel so good until you are awakened out of your sleep by a warm low viscosity substance oozing down your thigh. You wake up suddenly with your heartbeat going nuts and you are exasperated for having messed up your beddings. Now you have to change sheets and wash the soiled ones first thing in the morning.

Being a normal horny man isn't a lot of responsibility. It isn't concerned with lot of accountability or transparency either. Having a dick and being able to use it to satisfy a woman’s desires and probably create life is only a first step to being man. Being able to do that makes you mere Zinjanthropus and being Zinjanthropus is only inadequate. So you need to evolve and transcend that stone age existence of only being able to hunt and gather. Fucking and being able to cum is comparable to early man only being able to hunt and gather. As a Man you have to evolve and become tamed and obedient to your mistress. Your mistress is your partner, your girlfriend, your wife not your side bitch . Loving her and respecting her alone as your only mistress makes you her master. A real master is one that is faithful and loves his mistress alone. A man lives for something; a purpose beyond his own personal gains. This can come with time, and with family. A Man Understands the value of work and is financially responsible, Knows right from wrong and always strives to make virtuous choices. I do not relate to members of the opposite sex in a flirtatious or forward manner, but instead I save my sexual expressions for my angel. If I am the king then Diana is the queen! We rock!