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Jack Gary

The Playing Field: Why I’m Better Than You In Fucking and You Can Be Too

Jack Gary February 18, 2013 SEXCAPADES No Comments
Jack Gary

I want to start off this introduction by leveling the proverbial playing field; but first I want to tell you a little bit about who I am or rather who I am not. Like many people in this universe of about seven billion, I have lived a unique life, and with my life path has come immense experience, and a vast array of stories. I hope to be able to string you along with my life stories, week by week. Reading my articles will be a little bit like a blind date: always exciting, always interesting, and always something new. For many of you this hypothetical first-blind-date may be our last, but for many of you, it will be the first of many and many to come. If you stick with me before you know it – we’ll be in bed and I’ll be your fifty shades of guilty pleasure. Allow me to set my profile up for you before we get there: I’m straight, at my sexual prime, and my penis is about 7 and half inches hard with a decent girth (and we are talking a real 7 inches, we are not talking a ‘measuring from the balls sort-of-con). There is a bit of a twist though, in order for us to fully connect, you will not be seeing any full pictures of me, you will be seeing me, but this will be a puzzle for you to solve. I can however tell you, we have a lot in common; I live in a town like yours, go to a coffee shop like the ones near you, club at the clubs you have seen, however I am never there for too long. Life is always moving forward, and in order to keep up so am I. I just move with a bit more thrust and tenacity than most men you’ve met. As you sit in your cubical, at your desk, with your cheap little laptop, just know that I am somewhere out in the 7 continents, relaxing, staring at the moon, as I get a world class blowjob.  The difference between me, and most men, is when I want something, I get it and I fucking get it good. My life is that of fictional characters, carefree, fortunate, and full of elicit, unadulterated, erotic, sex…. and a whole lot of it.

The Playing Field Why I’m Better Than You In Fucking and You Can Be TooI was going to start off this introductory post by naming them all, until realizing that having a post – starting with Abbey, Abigail, Adamina, Alexia and all the way up to Zoey, Zola, Zsa-Zsa and Zuzana – may actually use up the storage capacity of this site and crash GoDaddy’s server. Thank God phones can now store up to 64GB of contacts, sexts, and nude photos, otherwise I would be single-handedly funding the rolodex industry. Like the condiments in a super-grocery-store, going through each one, listing brands, nutrition facts, and ingredients gets tedious and often ends up being unimportant… In the end I’ll just choose the red, yellow, and green kind, because when it comes down to it, what’s in a name anyways? And for that fact, what does it matter what something looks like? At the end of the night it might taste good and it might taste bad, but it is important to remember, at the end of the road, you will not remember the good tastes, or the bad tastes, but instead the vast tastes that your tongue has thrusted through. That’s the beauty of the road of life – your on it and I’m on it- but don’t think we are in the same lane of life. I am in the fast land, and when I’m on it I’ve got a pair of gorgeous red lips around my gear shift and am lit green from the traffic lights ahead, unfamiliar with the concept of ‘slow down yellow’ or ‘stop red.’

Yes, I believe life is a random occurrence of events. How else could I live and describe my life? Meeting the beautiful blonde on the beaches of Boca was not planned, but just one of the beautiful fruits that the proverbial tree of luck, life, and chance has yield my way. Don’t for a second think I don’t remember each of the girls that have lain in my arms, mouth open on my cock, or legs open on my face, I know each of their names, their eye colors, and their tastes. You might find that to be strange, or fabricated, but I have to disagree, with my photographic memory, way above average IQ, and immense attention to detail, it is impossible for me not to.  I’ve been through a lot, done a lot, seen a lot of things, tasted a lot of things – I’ve been lower than low and I’ve soared higher than imaginable – it’s about learning to fly, and bitch- I’m a pro.

That is why I am sitting taking the time to write this for you, that and I am great at multitasking, ask the bountiful brunette in my lap right now.  My stories are mostly meant to amuse or to serve as entertainment, but also to teach and to provoke. The sky are occupied by us few, and consider these words your map, invitation and encouragement to join me in the fast lane- in the endless sky. I want to teach people how to soar, because life is all about soaring. Some of you know you have wings, just don’t know how to fly, while others don’t even know that inside them lie a vast wingspan, eager to take them to the heavens of their potential.

IMG_5703The reason why I want to start off by leveling the playing field is because life is a playing field, if you haven’t come to realize that by now, you need to get your ass off the bench, and lace up your shoes. We’re all here together. We are all given a chance to play – to follow the same rules – and we each get the same length inning, quarter, and overs (that’s a cricket reference). I want the guy reading this, sitting alone in this computer to know exactly how to leave the club next friday with one, or two of the most beautiful women there, on your arms, anticipating the best fucks of their twenty-some-years of living. I want the woman reading this – whose boyfriend, husband, partner, friend with benefits – to learn how to have the kind of sex you only read about in the fifty shades series, or in those movie scenes that get everyone excited. Now it is time to stop all the shit- no more faking orgasms or feigning headaches. No more fucking excuses.

My name is Jack Gary and I’m here to blow your mind. I’ll teach you things you’ve only dreamed about, and even things you haven’t been able to dream about. I am not doing this as some loser that sits at home with an overactive imagination- but instead I am doing this as someone who has ‘been there, done that, fucked that, and bought it.’ I will teach you things that you will not be able to learn in a classroom, in a movie, or anywhere.

I’ve have been blessed with the life that I have chosen to live. Life has shown its favor to me, in fact, I am its prodigal child.

This life is not self sustaining however, I need things- a thing, to go on each day– women. I love women, I mean I fucking love women. I’d say if there were a pyramid diagram of ‘what matters to me,’ women would be on the very top, on well over half of the diagram, followed by food, cars, money – everything else would be placed in a sliver at very bottom. This is not a shallow or even comprehensible love, ever since I can remember, there is something about women that has allured me in a way nothing else has or will. Moreover, women love me as well, I have always have a way to fascinate them, to bring them to places unimaginable, and for as far as they knew, inexistent. Perhaps it’s the way I carry myself or the things I say, but this is not via a certain swagger I have perfected, instead it is incredibly natural, a raw, real approach that one many only obtain through a will to live life to the fullest. I know exactly how to approach the woman all the men are staring at, but are failing to approach. The conversation is quick, before she is insisting on going a place, ‘more quiet’ or ‘less crowded.’

In elementary school we are told everyone has a certain unique gift or talent, and I, wholeheartedly believe mine is making love to women. This ‘ability’ of sorts, has led me from some of the most exciting adventures of my life and to some of the strangest and most beautiful places on earth. You could even go so far as saying that I am the first of a new generation of sexual conquistadors- the Indiana Jones of fucking.  And if I were to hold my hand out and pull you from off the cliff, saying that you could be a sexual conquistador too, would you believe me? take my hand? Maybe, but probably not, the skeptic usually dies alone in the end anyways.

However, next time you find your self hanging off the cliff of ‘life, sex and the pursuit of happiness’ (a little redundant, I know), remember one simple truth. We are all born with the same sexual gift. It’s in our DNA to have sex, and a lot of it. It’s our main drive for living, as well as the source of our life. The next time someone asks you what your greatest pleasure in life is, you should always respond without hesitation: sex. And how to have good sex is not the question. There are plenty of good movies, good restaurants, and good this and that. The real question is how to have amazing sex. The real question should be how to make your sex life a life worth writing about, worth immortalizing for others to enjoy, and live though vicariously.

If you’re a woman reading this, I hope I can turn you on and make you find things about yourself you didn’t even know could give you pleasure.

Guys, you can thank me later when you realized everything you’ve known before reading my words was a full of shit lie.

For everyone reading this, know that this can either be the first step in the right direction, or if you choose to stop here, your last step in the right direction. The choice is yours, I trust you make the right one…

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