Cowardice

Looking back at my childhood, there were three types of women in my life. There were the ones I fucked. Those are the low lifes, the cheaters, the manipulators. Those are most exciting fucks ever. They're basic and just know how to enjoy a good fucking. The way they moan, the way they ask for it and the way they take a fucking like it's itching even harder the loger they fuck can make any man cum without hesitation. 

The second type, were the women that befriended me. There have been a few and some are still in my life. They're the good women. The ones that are so balanced that they've become unattractive, more like sisters. To these I can talk and open up to because you know they can listen and give sane advice. These women are the ones that good men seek and marry and have children with. I'll never want that.

The third one is my mother. The insecure type, always afraid something bad is going to happen. She's the controlling type, always suspicious and wanting to know everything and then judging every word, making you feel like everything you do is a mistake. I run like hell from women like that.

There's never been just one, a model to define my tastes. It's always been many women with different roles. Some for fucking, some for talking and some that I run away from. Never knew how to ask one to fulfill each of the roles and it always felt better to keep them separated.