EROHERETIC – Bad Boy Blues 🔞

NSFW……..meet me in the endless deep

In my view I was the most pathetic rebel teenager there was. Beat up by bullies, a punk gothic teenage man-slut. Older women were always attracted to me, rarely I was with someone my age or younger.

When I say man-slut, I mean it. I’ve been with so many women I don’t remember all my sexual encounters. I always liked lots of foreplay, I knew how it would make my partners feel, frankly it made me feel good to provide pleasure, which I was skilled in providing.

The thing is, I didn’t and do not consider myself as particularly charismatic or attractive. Im not good with words, fuck I can barely communicate with woman that I like, I seriously get stupid, foot in my mouth and I am a clutz. It’s who I am. It would be funny if it wasnt so pathetic.

No amount of leather, punk or goth or skater visual esthetic, style, haircut, music, will ever reveal the mind and drives of that person. Was I bad boy? I know that’s how I was viewed, but no one really understood my mind. I am a romantic slut at heart. To me being a “slut” is a positive.

It seems the popular opinion is that men only find their worth if its centered on a women.

Did I find pride in pleasing my partners sexually, the answer is yes.

Did pleasing my sexual partner define me as a person? The answer is a clear No.

To me it was a way to form a deep connection. Relationships are but one facet of my persona. My worth is and was more than just giving pleasure.

You have no idea about how I worshiped pussy. I’d spend hours upon hours pleasing, licking, sucking, swallowing pussy juices, until my partners were exhausted.

I had less orgasms than ALL of my sex partners combined. The last year, I realized it was un-earned devotion to those women who didn’t deserve my passion, because they didn’t have any desire to pleasure me or reciprocate. I was a thing.

Does the bad boy on her arm make other women jelous? Is that the point? Status?

Is having the “bad boy archetype” an internalized view that women need to work out for themselves, their own baggage as a female?

I can tell you out of experience, once the “bad boy” turns out to be a caring considerate lover and partner, the chemistry changes.

Maybe women need to free themsleves from blaming the “patriarchy or misogyny” taken from the Radical Feminist Barbie playset and take responsibility for the choices of the men they pick to be with?

Instead of blaming everything on “All Men”. A lazy excuse, one I’m sick of reading day after day on Substack.

My lifetime of un-earned and unrecipocated service to a woman’s pleasure has ended.

Now, It must be earned.