If only I could comfort her; if only I were the kind of man she would turn to for comfort. Then I would make her tremble indeed. Tremble and quake and cry out in ecstasy, all her hopes and sorrows, all her fears and losses forgotten in a moment of pure bliss.
Sounds like a lot of conceit and braggadocio. Never a turn-on. Sorry, just feeling a little jaded by the turn of events. Is there a guy that doesn’t think he is an expert lover?
