Used to be I was simply not psyched about sex. Sure, I liked getting my rocks off but I felt like I could never deliver a performance I could be proud of. I felt the same way about sex that I did about baseball. What’s the point to playing if you can’t even seem to make contact with the ball?

Lately that has changed though. I strut into the bedroom with a palpable swagger and an even more palpable erection, a firmer erection at that. This is because I have started to incorporate some natural male enhancement into my love making and it is doing wonders. I could hold my entire body up with this thing. Needless to say when I hit home plate I am not only making contact with the ball I am hitting home run after home run and “the crowd” is going wild.

Enough with the baseball analogies. I am rocking sheets like no one’s business. My girl has never been so happy. My confidence is filling her with so much more than joy. She is getting a piece of a fiery hot love rocket and cannot stop begging for more. For once I am happy to oblige