Raw. Unfiltered. Direct. This is my life. My unfiltered story.

The size of your penïs doesn't really matter. But the way you use it.

We both enjoy sex, both men and women. We want it badly. So badly that we can even divorce our spouses and go back to our ex.

Or do it secretly with someone who is more capable and good than our husbands or wives.

And having good sex with a woman is where most men are getting it wrong in life.

Most divorce papers that got filled, where the woman keeps saying she's tired of the marriage and just wants to get rid of everything—if you look closely, if you have an honest conversation with that woman, it is majorly that the man is always busy.

He is always putting food on the table. Always unavailable for putting food to her body.

And on the rare occasions he is available, most of it is spent on arguing about life and why the hell the kids are doing this and not that.

The guy hardly understands her need. He rarely pays attention to sex. He is just being a provider. And he assumes there's a reward for that.

If you kill yourself putting food on the table for a woman, but not putting food to her body, another man will have sex with her within five weeks that you're gone.

Learn to have sex.

Train yourself about it.

Not because you want to be a sex God or going around knåcking everything that moves.

But because you want to be capable and secure in your own self. And if I'm going to be brutally honest with you:

It is better if your wife is the one begging you at some point that your energy is stronger than hers. The one pleading with you to sometimes go slow because—Tah—so good, but you know you're some kind of beast.

Like, she wants it but still isn't sure how to handle you completely.

She knows you'd take her to cloud ten thousand. But she's still scared you might turn loose completely, where you don't even care about her energy anymore and just knåck her like a real møtherfûcker that you are.

You must never be the weaker one when it comes to leading your woman in bed.

Once she has the upper hand, your relationship is going to drain day by day.

Even if you're always tired (we all are, none of us is a robot), always make sure you can give her head, finger her, press her nipples, suck them dry, do everything and anything in-between to make her cum.

Your sex shouldn't be lasting only five minutes. With your wife? That is uselessness.

You must know how to waste time. Not the whole minutes you'd be having sex with her.

Foreplay. Middle play. Octagonal play. Angle play. Above the head. Neck kissing. Ass slapping. Pinching. Everything.

Or do you just barge in on her and do shuku shuku, then stand up like an idiot and put on your clothes?

You don't cuddle at all?

You don't do some kissing after sex and some chitchat?

You don't put your dick in the middle of her vagina and use the head to rub it up and down, left and right?

You don't suddenly dig your dick inside (and hear her moan, ahh) and suddenly remove it all over again while twisting her nipples?

You just have sex. Have sex. Have some more, then stand up and go straight to the bathroom?

You're an idiot. Main reason you complain there's no woman who wants to marry you.

I Am So Bad at Having Sex That a Woman Ran Away From Me, Then Came Back Some Weeks After Claiming She Loves Me

The only problem I have is, no matter how beautiful a woman is, I will still tell her I want to marry more than only her.

But sex? Tah! Forget it.

Except a woman is used to masturbation, there's no way she will tell me I didn't satisfy her.

And I trained for it. I didn't just wake up one day and become a badass at it.

I learned. I practiced. I adjusted. Relearned again. Practiced again until I could do it without necessarily thinking about it.

Having sex is a skill, but religion had made you dumb.

Reading too many religious books has a way to fuck you up—mentally and morally...

‎Are we going to talk about women who had STD but wouldn't say? All kinds of infections and not get it treated?

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‎I dated a lot. All kinds of women. Which leads to all kinds of relationships.

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‎And eventually, it leads to all kinds of infection and treatment.

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‎My way of doing things is to walk up to a woman I found attractive. I don't really worried about personality.

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‎Tell her my name. Ask if she's free at the moment or she's busy. If she's free I will tell her we could have a date, right there.

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‎And if she said no, that she's busy. I will request for her phone number and let her know we could have a date later.

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‎I hardly waste time. It's a moral sort of a thing. If a woman want you, she won't lie about it and pretend. They always knew what they want.

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‎After first date we usually had $£x. Or the second date. I will never wait until third date. Never.

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‎I even got impatient as time goes on and started pulling for $£x at the first date.

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‎Which is exactly why I got infection more than you could use computer to count.

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‎Since most of those encounters with women is not something I already planned. It always result in unprotected $£x.

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‎Walking around ~ saw a beautiful girl ~ walk up to her and ask if she's free at the moment or busy ~ we have a date if she's free ~ and I somehow take her home or a short time at a cheap hotel.

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‎You don't really have condoms in your pocket at all times for such experience.

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‎My body is fast to react to both negative and positive change. Withing two or three days I am already feeling the changes.

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‎Urine that was always easy started felt like something is wrong.

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‎Itching.

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‎I will stared at the cap of my dîck in the bathroom checking and wondering. Trying to point out which girl it would likely be amongst ones I had sêx with during that period.

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‎Then called my nurse, Victoria and Johnson - the best friends I would ever got - and explain to them.

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‎After getting myself treated the next job for me is to confront the girl.

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‎But I have to be tactical.

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‎I can't just walked up to her and accused her of being the one that passed infection to me. So I always do it with sense. And consider the fact that she might not be the actual girl.

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‎Some girls will tell me the truth after feeling nervous and shameful. I would hug them. Then tell them no problem.

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‎Picked my phone and dialled Victoria and Johnson number. Booked a visiting time and get the girl treated ~ only if she's willing, some of those girls have pride and wouldn't follow my lead because of embarrassment.

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‎But Why Are Women Keeping That As a Secret?

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‎We are talking about infection here. In your body.

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‎Why would you stay silent about it?

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‎This thing is very dangerous. The more longer it stays in your body, the more harder it gets to treat.

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‎And a beautiful fine girl like yours shouldn't be taking your overall health for granted, isn't it?

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‎If you can't be honest with a man you just meet that you have infection. At least don't have sêx with him until you get it treated.

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‎But then that's another question right there. Why on earth would you lie about your body to any man? Why?

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‎If he thinks he's not happy that you're telling him the truth at least that showed you the kind of man he is.

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‎You're saving yourself a trouble. Because you're not supposed to be with a man who couldn't listen to your trouble anyway.

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‎Just don't put that trouble on him. Whether it's a toilet disease or you actually got it from having sêx with another man, that's not necessarily a concern.

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‎My own is, you have to be honest.

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‎'See, I have infection. And I don't want to transfer it to you' is a life saver speech you can alter to any man. Save that idîot from having to consult his nurses and doctors.

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‎If he walked away after learning from you. Shrug and walk on. That's an idîot you don't want to make as your boyfriend or future husband.

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‎Now Let's Talk About Men Who Have It But Wouldn't Say Either

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‎Those idïots.