Patience and Lust part 3: I’m not demented, I’m strategically twisted

This is a fictional story by Max J. Clayton.

Strategically twisted is something I never thought I would say about myself.  But if it works, it works.

How did I get so fucking twisted?

How many incubi are there?

That’s where it started, my mother.

Of course it has to mom, how fucking cliche is my fucking life. But, yeah it was that convo I had with mom when I was 17.

Now, I’m so glad my son isn’t one of us. I couldn’t bare it.

Yo son, since you’ve had sex do you feel any different?

So fucking fuckety fuck glad my son never had to have that convo with me.

Mom had to be drunk just to have the conversation.  Nothing like a drunk bitch. My mom is proud of being a bitch.

This would explain the looks I got from women for a few years after left home. I thought it was just a womanly thing to do. I had no idea most of them are not looking to get fucked.

Most women don’t like it.  In bed they like it, but in general conversation, don’t call a woman a bitch.

I used to run that through my head to get a handle on it.

Don’t call women bitches.

Even if they are.

That and Tabitha. We hung out in high school and junior high. Tabby was pure bitch and she knew it. It’s why I fell in love.

Everything goes back to my mom. Fuckety fuck fuck!

My drunk mother told me what I am. That I feed on sex. At 17, your mom tells you that you are a being that feeds on sex, are you fucking kidding me. 

I don’t know who had the worst end for that convo.  She got drunk just to have that discussion with me.  I shouldn’t be hard on her.

I read that and wished I hadn’t. 

I used to be the dude that could turn everything anyone said sexual. Not a skill I needed to develop.  It just happened. 

For me in the early years, before I learned, women were a smorgasbord for me.  I feed on sex.  All I could see was how to get them into bed, and I was good at it.

Thank God I got into spirituality.  When I looked at how I had treated women, I hung my head in shame. 

By 25, when Tina found me, I had learned so much.

Tina was a 35 yearly old broad. Even she would say she is a broad. I don’t know how many dudes got a beating of their life instead of Tina taking it.

Dudes always do the right thing. No dude ever let’s a woman get beat because she won’t shut her fucking mouth.

If Tina could just shut the fuck up and not go for the jugular with her fiery words, many dudes could’ve been saved.

It was no surprise that lesser men that married her, beat her ass. I get why lesser men beat her ass. I dated her for 4 years.

I never even raised a hand in anger to her. In fact we could go to bed pissed off at each other, and I would run two fingers down her back barely touching her skin. I did this to remind her she could sleep and had nothing to fear from me.

She had a way of getting into your soul and it was if she knew how much she could hurt you with her words. Bitch and a half. 

When Tina found me, she had been watching me all night and I was to be her one night stand. The only reason she called me was to find out if I was that good, or she was that drunk.

Appearantly sex can sustain a relationship for 4 years.

You ever notice how well one can make you orgasm, the more of their shit you can take?

I did. 

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