I'm not very sexual. Undignified is what it is. Social sexual conduct is too much of a grey area, and creepy to boot. Maybe I feel that way because I'm way too lazy to deal with sexuality. Or I just don't like opening myself up to a world of emotional hurt. Likely both.
When I feel like having sex, I check my wallet. If there's money in the bank for frivolous spending, I check the daily crops of fine whores in local brothels. Qualities range from 200$ to 500$ an hour (excluding all orifices access and other debaucheries), though a half an hour usually does it just fine. The 500$/hour variety usually are supermodels in their early 20s. Every now and then, that's a real treat. I guess Swiss Bankers attract a certain type of whores to my neck of the woods. Good for me.
Then I get some. From tender to nasty to plain wierd. Whatever I'm up to at the time. Being sexually dominant and savy, I usually have no problems of getting exactly what I want out of it, often more than what I was paying for. I'd likely fuck anything pretty or interesting enough to arouse me and my thoughts, as long as they're willing to take my cash and not be clingy about it, albeit I stick to females. They do the trick just fine. If I could afford it, I'd be fucking a whore or two every day. So I'm not very sexual, but I've quite the appetite - a frustrating fact. Oh well - a little bit of frustration is the salt in life.
Guess you can chalk me up to 'other'. Whoremonger, pussy fiend, lecher, sexual pragmatic, social failure, coward, criminal (that's what I would be in the US outside of some counties in Nevada). Your pick.
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