Capetonification

Sex.

S.
E.
X.

Not love.
Not marriage.
Not friendship
Not companionship
Not mercy
Not money
Not favors
Just sex.

It seems to be the human condition (mindset or flaw?) to associate sex with something else. Almost as if sex between two people cannot exist, or be allowed for the sheer sake of it. In a country like South Africa, where being liberal is thought of as some kind of disease, this is even ore evident. I don't get it though.
Everybody likes sex. Hell, most people I know love sex. But no one just has sex for sex's sake. They do it because they may. Not because they want to.
It is in total opposition to the rest of nature. A male sees a female, and if there isn't a bigger male stopping him, he goes in and fucks the shit out of her.
Simple. No emotions. No commitments. None of the bullshit we complicate such a simple act, such a necessary desire, with.

Maybe it's just Cape Town. I was born and bred in the shadow of the mountain, so I can't really compare. Sure I've been to other parts of our fair African land, but I get the same vibe from the rest of the folk. Even Johannesburg seems to have the same bland attitude toward sexual freedom, despite all the articles in the the You, or Cosmo, or Marie Claire, preaching about letting the clit free. It's all just talk.
Then again. It could just be me.
It's really possible that I have a problem.
Or maybe that's just what society wants me to think.
I think of fucking A LOT. Personally, I don't think it's abnormal. I am a guy after all. A pretty solid example, I suppose.
For example: I have female colleagues at the office.
I think of fucking each one of them, in a different position, in the bathroom, on a desk, in the boardroom, in a skanky hotel, at least once a day. except maybe when I'm busy.
I fuck the lady in my life as often as she will allow. It's taken time, but she's come round to my way of thinking. There was a beautiful example that just popped up tonight. I got an sms from her on the way home.
It said:
Fish Fingers tonight for supper. And desert! :)

Bless her soul. I laughed so hard I nearly died in a four car pile-up on the N1.
It's a pity she's not very adventurous, so it's usually the standard missionary. Occasionally I can get on-my-side-doggie, or old down-and-out regular doggie. Sometimes she likes being on top. But she's not into sport fucking, and pretty much just likes to lay there most of the time.
She's young, and so am I, so we got time to figure it all out.
I've got to say though, I've forgotten the last time she gave me head. I DO remember that having a chick suck your cock was nice.
Real nice.
It's a catch-22 situation though. I never last long in a blow job. All that tongue on my glans does me in too quickly.
Here's another sad fact: I never came in a chick's mouth yet.
Manners kept holding me back.
And now that I am taken, I don't think that I ever will.
Unless my old lady changes her opinion on the taste of jizz.
Don't get me wrong. I'd never make a woman do something she didn't want to do, no matter how much I wanted it.
I was raised to understand that when a lady says 'no' it means 'NO'.
Even a sex fiend has morals, you know.