I don’t want to fuck you.
I don’t want to be your Dom.
I don’t want to be your boyfriend.
I will not send you a picture of my dick.
Probably not at least.
This does not mean that I don’t think you are sexy, attractive, or desirable.
This is not about you in any way, shape, or form. It is about me and how I operate. I don’t do casual sex, at least I don’t now, if you want casual sex from me you will have to travel back in time to the late 1970s where I would have sex with people for a bed, a shower, and some food. That was a very long time ago and I am not in the same position as I was back in those days. It is 2019 and I have become the luckiest man on the planet it seems, I have Molly and kitten and that makes me incredibly happy, but I don’t have enough pie to extend myself beyond the relationships I currently have.
Now I know that I am not like other people, and that some folks want to fuck all the sexy people they can and I say good for them. It is just that people think because I have two relationships then why not have another less formal one. What it comes down to is that I just don’t want to, been there, done that, got the T-shirt was left unsatisfied.
All this being said that doesn’t mean that something won’t happen and someone else won’t come along and make a space for themselves where I thought there was none, but I do know this for sure. It isn’t going to be their tits, or their ass, or any part of their body. It will be their mind, because that is the thing that has actually worked for me over the years. You want to seduce me? Show me your brain, but to be honest that probably isn’t going to work either. So maybe we can just be friends and you can relax and accept that I have no agenda at all, other than to be a friend.
After all, you probably don’t want to fuck me either.