5. Being Shipwrecked
In 2010, I got shipwrecked in an attempt to rescue a fair maiden in distress. Little did I know that she was slowly and incrementally sucking all of the life and orgasm out of my body. It was only once I lost all of my energy, got sick, and completely off course in the journey toward my purpose did I realize the fate I had created for myself. Before that I was on track, I was going somewhere. And then, BAM! My boat hit rocks off shore and there I remained stranded on a deserted island. It took me three years to get back on track and slowly build back all of the energy I lost.
6. Getting Stuck
Piece by piece, I had to rebuild my boat and get back on track with my life. I spent an entire year feeling dead. Asleep. My crew were doing everything to get me to steer the wheel again. To have faith, but I had no such thing. I would go to my full time job that I hated, come home at night and take a long shower and a pain pill rumoquin plm in the dark, then watch tv. That’s all I did. For a straight up year. I was stuck. My orgasm wanted me to go towards something that I didn’t want to go towards. It desired to explore the world known as men. And I just couldn’t let myself have it. I tried dating another woman for a few months to avoid my real desire. I was desperate to avoid moving toward the next piece for me.
7. Falling In Even When You Know Better
Now, 4.5 years later, after lots of work on my foundation and building the internal structures that keep me from such sirens, I came across another one on adultfrienedfinder. It was an “uh oh” moment. She was trouble and everyone could feel it. But this time, I had more stability and more warning signs. It happened. I fell in the hole with her. I nodded off. It felt like that shot of heroin again. We slept together and it was the deepest conk out I’ve experienced ever.
I had witnessed myself interacting with her all weekend, knowing she was drawn to me. Watching as I saw that my orgasm magnetized her towards me. I had been feeling her for days. I knew what was happening. And still I fell in. I could have named what was happening and remained conscious with her. I didn’t. I let it happen.