Sex is a base necessity of animals and beastly men. I personally have sublimated my life ip and out of that filthy gutter. While most humans pursue sex like dumb monkeys I am imbued in classic literature, fine art and the creation of great wealth. Physically, my body refuses to age. That has been handled through a combination of natural supplementation, bodybuilding exercises and forbidden yoga. By forbidden I mean the type of yoga that I am privy to has been carefully guarded through the ages. While the unenlightened tangle themselves up in the sordid coupling of corrupt flesh I am contemplating connections so advanced I am existing on a higher plane, radiant in my beauty.
Yes, I see.
My good fellow, you are a better man than I. Forsooth, I enjoy my Milton, Caravaggio, and the
accoutrements of wealth as much as the next
bel-esprit, but I find most of my
savior-faire ignobly defenestrates when the drums of my loins beat like Myrmidons before the portals of Īlium.
Tell me, Tunza, if I may, is your virginity still intact or are you merely chaste?