Monday, September 29, 2008

Of Life and Lust and Middle Age

Okay, I've always been a pervert at heart. Although how many men can say they haven't, by the general standards of polite society? My theory is that most just learn to grow out of it as they grow older. But not all do.

As I've grown older, I suppose I'm overcoming some of my intense shyness from my wasted youth. That, combined with more money and a broader variety on the internet, means access to adult services is easier than ever before. And I've finally begun to partake after many years of lusting on the side-lines.

During my last trip to London, for example, I sampled a tasty Eastern-European morsel aptly named Hot Victoria. Wow! Why didn't the women I knew in my 20's have asses like that? Perhaps I just knew the wrong women. I would have been completely overwhelmed by this hard-bodied beauty had I not still harboured fond recolections from a trip to Club Downtown in Montreal a few years earlier.

It's interesting, the things one discovers about one's self as one gets older. I've always considered myself a boob man (I love a nice firm pair of D's or larger). Yet in the last few years I've really grown to appreciate a toned, firm ass. Is there anything nicer?

Now to continue my sampling...