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Have you ever looked into the eyes of a man when he sees an attractive lady with gorgeous smile set across her face, full sumptuous lips like berry, beautifully set backside, and glowing skin.

I have seen it times without number! In my estimation, men simply love to express their gratitude with their EYES ON WOMEN.

What transpires in the mind of a man when this happens, I heard it’s called CHEMICAL HIGH. Such as when water is been added into an acid.

Men, regardless of their status quo, whether married or single… look at women, this is a fact that needs to be acknowledged, their is no way out of the truth.

Men have been programmed in such a way to appreciate the physical structure of women… be it naked or fully clothed; Women should’t allow this affect their way of life or relationship with their partner, men will always stare at women. Some men go as far as stripping a fully clothed women naked with their eyes, their ripples of thoughts go as wild as having sex with the woman on the spot or trying to decide which sex position will befit the lady…..Some obviously gaze just to admire the beauty of a lady.

~~It’s ridiculous when some of these men go as far as five rounds of sex on a pinpoint with their thoughts. What a high sexual drive that is.~~

Yet, it is carried overboard by some men where they can’t control their thoughts; this type of men are the ones that ladies should be aware of and take caution.

Here is my own take; Since evolution, men have always had a high sexual drive which in most cases control their thoughts.

Women have you ever found yourself in a situation where you are jogging or you simply make a sudden movement and a man just sits-stares at your bouncing boobs, it’s so amazing how men can flaunt their eyes in such a devastating manner, even so, it’s all about appreciating the woman’s SEXY BOOBS… I guess some men just try to guess the size of a lady’s breast, if it’s an A cup, C cup or DD….

As for those women trying not to shake their bootylicious bottom too often; These bits don’t bother guys, they will stare UNTIL THEY START SHIVERING like they are in winter whilst in summer. So shake it as much as you love to; You are endowed.

I had an experience in high school, where a male student walked up to me and said, “anytime I set my eyes on you, I feel like wrapping you up in my arms because you look so seductive,” I actually didn’t know how to respond to the nonsense talk at that moment since I was still kind of innocent, so I walked off in a confused state….Now I know better.

I decided to write this article because I saw a scenario where my colleague gawked openly at a female client, I got concerned when he looked away, sat down at his desk like he was going to start shedding tears.

Here is what happened:

Me: Frank, are you alright?

Frank: Yes, yes I am.

Me:Why did you stare at the lady that way?

Frank: I didn’t know you where watching.

Me: I just noticed what happened briefly.

Frank: You Know…..I appreciate women but I have never seen anything like this in real life.

Me: What is it?

Frank: Didn’t you see her lips? It’s battered with surgery. I was busy admiring her physical stature when my eyes wondered to her face.

Believe me, men see too many things on women.

Here is the other part of the story:

I did as I was told, I walked out of the office, Shut down my computer and drove home without opening the white envelope. I kept glancing at it almost every ten seconds wondering what was inside it. When I got to my Sex-0n-the-beach home. I took a few short breath and opened it….I saw nothing, it was just an envelope inside another envelope and inside another empty envelope.

I am the player, not the game to be played– I was tempted to call her but decided against it as she had instructed I call her the following day after cracking the nut; unfortunately I was still struggling with that shit.

I took a stroll down to the seaside, and allowed myself to be taken over by the cool breeze, with my hair tussled and a deep frown across my forehead, wondering what that was all about back there in the office, and with the damn empty envelope. I tried to recall the words she said to me in the office but it made no absolute sense to me, I have never been one to listen to women COO COO into my head, too bad for me, she’s my boss, my employer…. not just any woman.

She’s sexy! RIGHT.…She’s single and successful with lots of rich men flocking around her competing to bow at her feet, but a very tough one she is, whom I have heard several unsettling tales about–such as being a disciplinarian, career woman,intelligent, no-nonsense b..ch

I got into the office the next day, I placed a call to her but she didn’t pick . About two hours later she called back and asked me to meet her at the head office. That was the first time it crossed my mind that it could be over for me, the mere thought of me loosing my ‘turn a nice dollar job’ made me have a feeling of sensation of coldness run down my spine….

I got to the head office and was allowed into her office amidst tight security armed men. I walked up to her, my heart about to seize. She looked straight into my eyes with a cold expressionless gaze, while she sat back in her sit and asked for the white envelope, I blinked a couple of times and told her that it was empty so I trashed it. She kept mute for a while… said to me, “that empty white envelope represents you Harry, given several chances to be productive in this organisation but still empty, you thrashing that envelope is you simply saying that you can’t work here anymore.” I almost passed out- I tried to apologise for trashing the envelope with the intention of pleading to be more productive at my job.

She immediately hushed me by placing a finger on my lips that had totally gone dry, and removed it again. She opened her soft pinkish-red lips and said to me, “I offered you this job knowing fully well that intellectually you had nothing to offer this organisation, I AM THE ORGANISATION, I nurtured you, made you who you are now”…She got out of her sit, walked around me, she bent again, this time around…She held my balls tightly with her long beautiful fingers, all of a sudden the office went dark and I completely forgot where I was or with whom, I heard the sound of blood rushing into my brain…She squeezed softly and said into my ears, “this is mine…it’s time for you to make your contributions to the organisation.”

What should Harry do in this situation? Kindly make a comment.

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