Women as Living Gods

I’m addicted to beautiful women, far out of my league.  Women as Living Gods is how I treat every female.  I like to watch them, capture video from my meetings with them.  Completely satisfied while her pheromones are changing in real time all over me.  How much closer can I be to touching the face of God through my love, dedication and servitude to them, this female gender.  Up above, you’ll see that my friend, a talented 20 something lawyer is nice enough to let me clean the skin off of her heels sometimes.  Sometimes she’ll also let me worship her ass.  It’s life in a different perspective, being in servitude to this gender.

Serving this gender with some of the best worship I can muster.  I have to be careful though, i’m what you would call ‘prime narcissistic bait”.  I’ve went through that already and fear that falling for another one might kill me.  I’m old and don’t think my heart could handle it, tbh.  I have these Goddesses.  3 of them, in case anything might ever happen to me.  I’ve only had 3 “primaries” in my life, i’m back to also try and reconnect with them.  These things are important to me.

I’m super paranoid and I apologize for that in advance.  Women are a deep forest that I can get lost in.  I don’t like mean people, i’ll try and stay away from that energy.  I had a stroke about 2 years ago and it kinda changed everything.  I do consider God to be a friend and I do pray.. every day.  I am a one woman kind of guy, but to say that I “bring alot” to the table, i mean… so i’m perpetually single, haha.  And thats fine, you know, but I do miss all of the cool shit you get to do in a relationship and being in love.  Flip side, I worship some of the prettiest women in this city and the fire never goes out.

Constantly burning, constantly seething on the inside.  Am I going to live longer because of it?  People lack passion,” idk what I want to do with my life” etc.  I’ve known what I’ve wanted to do with my life since I was a kid.  Everything written here is because of that thing inside of me, now out in the open for everyone to see.  But “fuck it”, you know?

I was in a 5 year relationship with this weird fucking “energy leach” idk I’m so glad I escaped.  A simpleton, beneath me, but I got with her right before that pandemic of 2020.  I lost her a long time ago and she lost me a long time ago.  Such is life then I suppose.  I listened to her story, I was moved by it.

Women have taken me to some rough places, but I always learn from the experience.  So I can grow, be better, etc.  I will grow from this and the lesson learned is that I can’t date someone because I feel sorry for them, I gotta be real.  When we got together, some things about her and I was just like “..no!”  I wasn’t planning on falling in love with her in the first place.  But she opened up, like a fucking 25 cent comic and I fell, oh did I fall.  The summer of 2020 was fucking hot and I got a good whiff of her pheromones and fell right then when the odor from her shoe hit my face, a different type of sweat and I was officially hers at that point.  She didn’t know what she had.  It didn’t matter, to me, she was God.  Especially when she started helping me, she was God x 1000, but yeah.