huntingforataste

The hunger, the hunt, the mystery, the tight grip, the seduction, the senses -that taste electric, that sight burning-, the greedy Temptation, the playmate Control, the drive forward and the agonizingly slow retreat, the climax.
Without the toxic touch; the disconnect and it's waste, of the casual sex
I don't masturbate. I need that energy in the gym and in pursuit of the sharpest version of myself. But testosterone is a rebellious spirit and women are seductive. For my internal frustration, short of insanity, this is my outlet and compromise.
I don't believe in casual sex. Divide your time and energy as you divide your mind. For strangers? That's a habit of the risk-taking unfocused. A better game: the flirt, the chase, and the anticipating imagination
My name is Zach