Animal Magnetism: My "Bear" Necessities

After four months of toiling for Booble I have lost the last of my sanity. Lust was my middle name and in 34 years of publishing Screw Magazine I have had sex (mostly licked their pussies) with 6000 to 8000 women. I'm no mathematician, but I've always been great at eating the holy beard and shooting a load in my girlfriend's mouth. Not always a girlfriend, sometimes a wife but mostly hookers. In my reinvention in the cyberworld of streaming video and porn sites and the Rolls Royce of filth, Booble.com, I have fallen off the precipice of rationality.

Too many images of too many women sucking too many cocks with too many ejaculations. Too many orgasms, too many gaping and smiling vaginas, too many stiff dicks. Everything is now on the palette of sensuality and hedonism. To hold on to my own fragile sexuality and fight the boredom of redundancy I ration my exposure to pornography. Being recently married for the fifth time I have very little REAL sex. My life is filled with fantasy and imagination. It has reached the point that I dwell on the Animal Channel for stimulation. While last watching a film of a Grizzly Bear swimming underwater, a rear view showed the bear's ass and shock of shocks, I got turned on. Bestiality had me in its grasp and the bear's "tuckus" got me hard. Cuddly and inviting. I will probably never try to sodomize a bear but it is my new turn on. Am I doomed????