How Much Sex Is Enough Sex?

by Jonathon on September 11, 2009 · No Comments

how much sex is enough sex When I first entered the seduction community I was filled with hope, aspiration, and overflowing with illusions of grandeur.

I could almost taste it: entering a night-club that had refused me entry but a week ago as the guest of honour.

Many a woman would stop in her tracks when she saw ME in all my glory, King of the Town: desired, respected, untouchable.

I’d be able to pick any woman I wanted – and seduce her with my newfound secret powers of sarging, get her to agree to a threesome with her fiery bisexual friend, and retreat back to…

..my parents house?

Hang on a second.

… No. Wait. We’d go back to THEIR hotel room and bang the night away in ravenous ecstasy.

We’d then part ways the following morning after another erotic tussle, and be on our way back to our normal lives, constantly biting our lips as we reminisced about that incredible evening…

So naughty.

Phew.

You know, for a second there I thought reality was going to prevent my fantasy from manifesting.

Silly me.

That’s the thing though, isn’t it. As soon as we get the slightest sniff of a possibility that was never there before, we lose our heads.

This is exactly what happened to me when I first stumbled upon “That” Method – whilst searching for porn.

What I didn’t realise, though, was what would happen if I DID achieve the previously unachievable?

So you want to bang lots of bitches, huh?

To what end?

And ’til when?

Let’s say, for a second, that it all happens. Every last bit of that fantasy of yours. Of being fulfilled when you’re able to fuck a different woman for each night of the week.

How long are you going to do that for?

Forever?… until you die?

Or until you eventually get sick of it, or find that “perfect one” that you were told in the beginning you weren’t ALLOWED to find (oneitis?)

Or maybe you’ll continue doing it until your satisfied.

But when will that be?

And how will you know?

Perhaps what is actually most important, right now, is to ask yourself why you seek these things.

What is it you’re trying to alleviate, cover up, or downright distract yourself from with all that banging?

Perhaps, instead of attempting to cover up all the symptoms of your unsatisfaction, you should look at the cause of it.

It’s not the lack of women in your life that is the root of your unhappiness – you’re smart enough to know that deep down.

No woman could ever satisfy a man that seeks his salvation in her arms. For it was only in his own arms that that dissatisfaction was born.

Only those arms could ever carry that weight, and only those arms will be able to deal with it accordingly.