How a sex tape changed my life
I rushed to watch the clips for fun but got struck by something that altered my perception of romance.
A few weeks ago, you might have heard about it, the internet was hit by something close to an earthquake. I should even call it the social media quake. Africa trembled and vibrated with such ferocity that beds became hot bricks. Couples lost hold of sleep. Time was at a standstill. Men lamented. Women regretful. Nature smiled.
Everybody, including those without a smartphone, fought to get a glimpse of what the tapes had to offer.
I was among them.
People who had never heard of Telegram downloaded the application with such swiftness that only light can afford. But mind you, I had been using Telegram for years before the quake.
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An Equatorial Guinean guy had reportedly made love to about four hundred ladies. Not just any kind of women–ministers’ wives, spouses of influential guys, his brother's wife, his cousin, etc. While the numbers and actresses involved might not reflect reality, the authenticity of the few tapes I watched couldn't be questioned. In fact, the story might have been grossly exaggerated to give more weight to the implications and pull attention. It was a success.
After consuming the clips a couple of times, I gathered two things that spoke directly into my life.
How nature works is formidable, funny and unjust at times. I was left in awe seeing how much flesh the man had for reproduction. It was incredible. I can't imagine how many inches in girth and length. Just outstanding. Such generosity in the distribution of reproductive organs is rare across the globe. Perhaps only one percent of the male population of the world can brag of something close or similar to what the guy carries.
And to crown it all, as if to kill my spirit altogether, most of the ladies seemed to ask for more. They didn't complain to me, anyway, but from their reaction I could tell they would take a few inches more.
If that is what it takes, then how many women can willingly have fun with guys like me after meeting this fellow?
How can an ‘average guy’ – a guy who's not that huge – look his wife in the face if they both watched the tapes. Especially a woman who has had previous relationships with packing guys.
Since watching this guy, I feel timid when approaching women. Honestly, I dread meeting a lady who might have met a similar guy before.
What is keeping my relationship in place is, perhaps, tolerance. That's my conclusion.
