So, here is my problem. Let me know what you think:

I am an accomplished, professional man. I have three university degrees (two from Ivy League schools). I have advanced in my profession, and I earn a good living. I am financially and socially stable. I am tall, dark, attractive, clean, fit, and confident. I am valued and respected by my friends and peers. You would think I should be satisfied! But instead, I am consumed by this insatiable desire to eat pussy. It's unquenchable! Uncontrollable!

Each time I pass a woman on the street, I am thunderstruck by the realization that right under her skirt she is concealing a pussy. How is it that this revelation comes as a surprise each time? As such an exciting possibility? How can I focus on anything else when I know this invisible banquet is moving about the city sidewalks?

You don't know this when you pass me on the street because, from all outward appearances, I really am a normal, well-adjusted member of society. But deep down, all I want -- all I dearly, dearly want -- is a taste of your snatch. It can be a one-time thing, a furtive snack, or it can be an ongoing feast. I can play the dominant: tie you up and gorge myself on your pink delicacies. Or I can play the sub: lie on my back and baste in your fragrant crotch.

Do you think I am exaggerating? Because, believe me, from where I sit, you each taste like Aphrodite. I will whisper that to you if you like, or even this: "You taste like ________." Go ahead, fill in the blank.

It's hopeless, I know. But there it is. Let other people worry about righting the world's wrongs, inventing the next big thing, or securing public honors. I will have done enough if, working diligently in the private sanctuary between your thighs, I can just get you off with my tongue.

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