I taught her how to love again

Something somewhat new. Mr. BananaHammock M4W post coupled with a W4M missed connection for the woman he taught how to love again...

I'm at the office so I'm wearing my Carla Behrle leather pants. No shirt. My chunky gold bracelet keeps clanging on the keyboard as I type. Just back from the gym so my body glistens, my muscles are pumped and totally cut. Abs, delts, biceps, triceps. I flex for the ladies in the cubicles as I make my way back to my office to type this missive.

Last night, I walk into Angles. I flex for the ladies and grab an ISS Effervescent Creatine Orange and Hybolin Decanoate mixed with Old Raj Gin. My back to the bar, I settle into a one of those bar stools, my head bobbing in rhythm to music that only I can hear. I glance to my left. I glance to my right. I’m scanning the joint for ladies that can handle this juggernaut of ecstasy. Spotted in the corner. One special one, I give her my bicep flex swivel-wrist point and wink. I can tell she needs the kind of hot man on woman sensuality that only I can provide. She needs me to teach her how to love again.

She’s a hot, dirty blonde in a sheer summer dress. I give my smoky, smoldering, bedroom eyes. I give her my hot, snarly lip curl. I give her my Front Double Biceps and Back Lat Spread combo and then run through my posedown routine. I notice that she is noticing me. She’s taking it all in -- muscle mass, density, ripped definition, intensity, dignity and flair. She’s blushing. I know what she wants to ask me but she is shy. I approach and tell her that I’d be more than happy to teach her how to love again. We proceed to the ladies room which is much more spacious than the men’s room, enough space necessary to accommodate all of my hot man on woman sensuality techniques. Space enough that she won’t bang her head on a urinal. It is here that I teach her to love again.

After I spoil her for other men, I head for the Safeway on the way to my Adams Morgan compound to get something for dinner. I pick up a crudités platter, panda tenderloin, and Ranch Salad kit. I’ll be up late practicing my bedroom eyes.

Looking good. Human growth hormones. Eating exotic animals. A juggernaut of ecstasy. Teaching women how to love. That is what I am about. And if you’re tired of those limp-wrist denizens of craigslist, you know where to find me. Your pic gets mine.


And the Missed Connection...

You taught me how to love again - w4mLast night at Angles. You were wearing tight leather pants and no shirt. Your physique was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. You spoiled me for other men in the ladies room around 8:00 PM. I wish I’d asked for your number. Coffee?