Dirty sex, when all is saidand done, is the holy grail. The dirtier the better. I identify as a pervert with a 6th sense alert to all dirty deeds. I'm a dirty ole man, diagnosed with SOTB, sex on the brain. Sexual identities are social constructs of a political nature. In time such identities go the way of he Dodo bird. Chances are, if it's dirty, then that variety of sex is for me. My deepest desires can be found in the darkest reaches of the asshole. Deep within assholes, esp. the holes of masculie men who have neglected showering for an untold number of days, one may find queer nectar. Lately I am drawn to old women 65-80. Ideally they have well-used pussies, usually resembling left-over roast beef. These aged sluts tend to have reputations in most local honkeytonks. Anonymous & public sex always give me a rise. Filthy talk during any kind of sex is almost necessary. Most sex is dirty; so I dive right in. Why pretend otherwise? I have a pasion for dity sex with male and female sluts alike so long as they are genuine100% Grade A. Ask me anything. I with one simpke declaration: My legacy lies in one short one brief notation. Shamelessly I have held firmly to my mission: My life's work has been that of a common slut.