1. My Mission
I am an enigma, a non-entity with skin and bones. I cannot be classified, I am not the stereotypical male.
Okay, okay, enough of the ethereal, mystical, and all-knowing guru-type talk.
Who am I, really?
I am a normal guy on a mission.
What’s my mission, you may ask?
My self-initiated mission is to help as many mommies as possible, realize they are important, sexy, wanted, valuable, desirable, and worth much more than they could ever imagine.
I am, what many people consider, well-off or rich. I didn’t inherit my fortune or obtain my wealth by illegal avenues. My wealth was made by me heeding the wise counsel of my uncle.
“Pay your mom and dad $20 every paycheck,” he told me after I got my first job as a fry cook at a local fast food joint, “They will tell you ‘no just keep the money,’ but, you have to insist. Tell them it’s a way for you to teach yourself responsibility, they will be proud of you and of themselves for raising you to be so wise.”
After working for 3 months, giving my parents a grand total of $120, and saving the majority of the rest of my paycheck, my uncle gave me wise counsel once again.
“You have no bills, no monetary responsibilities other than $20 to your parents every pay, and you have not spent the rest of your money on unneeded things,” he said one day, “have you ever heard of investments?”
I told him I had heard of investing money but had no idea what was involved.
“It’s pretty simple,” he said, “You take something that is a part of you, in this case, money, give it to someone you trust, and then wait for it to increase in value.”
“I trust you,” I told him, “I can give my money to you and you can invest it for me.”
My uncle didn’t take my money, instead, he had me do research and talk to people that were successful in business. I talked to accountants, entrepreneurs, and people that were not so successful in business.
I ended up having a diverse portfolio, by the time I graduated high school that contained stocks that do very well to this day.
“Always pay attention to people,” my uncle told me, “pay attention to what they say, how they act, what they want, what they need, and what they desire.”
He was a wise man and the things I learned from him have been the foundations of my life.
“Always learn,” he said, “Never stop learning about others and about yourself.”
As a part of my, “a person should never stop learning,” self-motivation, I began to dig deep into my own likes. I decided learning things about myself would be a fun adventure. I attended college and got a degree in business, worked for a company for 3 years, then decided I needed to get out of an office and find a different career. The desire to serve, learn, and observe was instilled in my life, so I decided to become a firefighter. As a firefighter, I work for 24 hours, then I have the next 48 hours off of shift. It is a great schedule for me to attend to my business matters and enjoy my personal desires.
One of the most interesting things I have learned about myself is, I have a mommy fetish. No, I am not talking about my own mom. I am also not talking about the put me in diapers, talk baby talk to me and have me suckle like I am breastfeeding type mommy fetish. Although, suckling on hard nipples sounds pretty nice even though I am not a boob guy per se.
Back to the mommy fetish. I am not sure if it could be considered a fetish. I see it as more of an appreciation, infatuation, and attraction. I realized that I love mommies of all types.
Let me explain. When a lady becomes a mommy, they go through a transformation. Many times they are no longer happy with their bodies, they no longer have time to pamper themselves, they feel rushed while taking the kids from one event to the other, and they feel like they are carrying the weight of the universe on their shoulders.
Not only that, many times their husbands or baby daddies no longer look at them with interest.
That is where I come in, or my fetish, appreciation, infatuation, and attraction begin. I see them and get drawn to their yearning and desire for a break from the never-ending chaos of mommy life. I provide that escape for them. They deserve a break. Not all mommies require the same type of break or escape.
I realize the different wants and needs they have, provide the release, escape, pleasure, being seen, feelings of being sexy, the excitement of being desired, and/or the listening ear for them to say what they wish they could say to their significant others.
