I need a fiend. Are you one? Fiends are addicted to pleasures of the flesh and other forms of decadence. I'm addicted, not to sex, but to pleasing women. There's a difference. I love women. The way they smell, taste, feel from the inside, the expression on their face when I'm deep. My favorite view is mine when I'm going down on a beautiful woman, looking up, seeing her eyes roll in the back of her head while she bucks like a and squirms like a fish, writhing in ecstacy. Just writing about it is making me hard. I simply cannot get enough. That said, I'm extremely selective in my partners. Thus the dilemma -- I crave constantly what is at times rare. Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. I have a giant cock. 8'' by 6'', thats as thick as a hot chick's wrist, and thicker at the top, like a bat, with a head like a swollen plum.

My Ideal Person A fiend, like me. Fiends are addicted to pleasures of the flesh and other forms of decadence -- food, drink, adrenailine, speed, heights, excess.