Words cannot explain. The first time with a new woman is like a new ride at Disneyland. Waiting on line, the anticipation builds and builds with each passing minute. As you get closer to the entrance, you start to feel the pressure build. You can feel the anticipation as you inch closer and closer. And then, you're finally there. You're at the entrance. It's your turn. You can't believe you're about to get on that ride. You start to nestle in, and by God, it's the best f-ing thing on earth. You start slow, and you start that climb, and all of a sudden you're going faster and faster, anticipating every twisting turn or drop, and you just can't believe that this is happening to you, and then, and then, and then, there's the final plummet when everyone is squealing and screaming in pleasure.
THAT's what the first time with a new woman feels like!
That said, my visits to Disneyland are over. I'm now a one-woman, committed man. I've found the best ride in the park. And I gotta tell ya, the ride never gets old. I'm the giddy kid each time she lets me get on line for the ride, because there ain't nothing else in the world like it.