Bored to...

I think my dick is having a midlife crisis.. gone are the days where backseats, picnic tables and sandy beaches are all viable spots for spontaneous pleasure. Golf courses rooftops and trampolines are distant memories.. Morning Jumpstarts and midnight fests all but a memory.. And my dick is tired of being my # 1 toy.. I crave the skin..the sweat.. and the musk of a well worn woman thats panting and swooning over what was just given to her. I find myself smack dab in the middle of a me generation of feminists that dont value work and play.. They dont honor each other..they dont value a relationship as far as what they can get out it. The leg work is too laborious and conversations are on subjects of insignificant value.. We're on a rock hurling through space at 6K and spinning at 1K.. I dont care who scored what.. Sports "entertainment" is a kin to discussing the weather.. yAaawN!.. Who'd ya affect today?.. how did you crash out tonight? Were you dead exhausted??.. How's the tossing and turning all night going..whys your brain keeping you up?.. Dont bore me with BS.. Honor me by being real and you'll get the same..