Beautiful women and how to love them

They are great aren't they? Right here I find myself in Madrid and really you should get a load of the women here. The Spanish women are suntanned with long brown hair and brown eyes, plus the South American women who stroll around the city are black haired and brown skinned. The tourists who come from all over are on holiday and are relaxed. I'm talking mini skirts and summer dresses, exposed skin, legs, feet, backs... all so revealing. So here I sit with my breakfast at a table in the street. The waiter has put up a parasol to shade me from the already intense sun and, just for a few moments, I allow my eyes to drift from the countless beauties that surround me, and float down to this keyboard as I tap out my thoughts.

It's different from before. While I was fapping everyday, there would have been no way to just enjoy the beauty of these gorgeous women. My mind would have been flailing around trying to sexualize each and every one of them.

I mean there's one, a blonde (looks foreign), sitting just one table away. She has not much of a suntan so she cant have been here long. Her face is perfect, like a movie star, and her slim, fit looking arms are propped by the elbows on the table as she fiddles and diddles with her iPhone. I don't know what she's looking at but she laughs from time to time revealing perfectly straight white teeth under soft pink lips. It's a nice laugh. A happy laugh. Her hands are elegant with carefully painted nails. Her summer dress is light, short and cool looking. Under the table, she has crossed her legs and the foot of the leg on top is bouncing up and down. She is beautiful is every way but why dont I feel...? I mean... I'm not bursting at the seams to...

At last her phone rings and she answers... ah... a London accent... not too strong though. She is admonishing her friend for being half an hour late but says she isn't angry because she was speaking to "Brendan" on whassapp and he had made her laugh. Damn she's sweet.

Where the hell are all my porn urges? Why am I not getting all wound up inside? Why am I not visualizing taking her clothes off and doing a whole bunch of nasty shit to her? It's what I've done for years so why not now?

Ah and now her buddy has shown up... big hug... and off they go. Well that was nice.

Don't get me wrong guys. I'm not in a flatline. I'm happily having sex with my wife and all is well. Better than before even. What is happening recently and RIGHT NOW with the blonde feels right...

There is nothing wrong with loving beauty. Women are a gift from God. The sight of them, their voices, watching them move. When we see them as sexual objects, we rob ourselves of the chance to love them for their beauty.

Theses are my morning thoughts from a sunny terrace in Madrid, surrounded by beauty and, really, glad to be a man.

 

We must be on guard. Thise dark places to which even these experiences may lead us are lurking behind quite innocent looking corners. I think there is quite a long and winding path ahead of us.