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He sat in the waiting room until he was informed that the doctor was ready to see him. He had been coming here for almost 2 months, but still he didn't see any improvement in his love life. Not that he wasn't confident, or attractive. He was rich, handsome, and CEO of a large pharmaceutical company. He had to be confident. No, what kept him single was what he wanted from a woman.
While other men wanted a woman to be their equal, attractive and fun to spend time with, he wanted something else. Oh he still wanted someone attractive and fun to spend time with, but hardly an equal. And what he found attractive wasn't exactly what other men would be looking for. He wanted a woman with huge tits, who dressed to show them off, with tight tops with plunging necklines showing more cleavage than they hid. He wanted a woman who spent her time split between fucking, thinking about being fucked, and trying to make herself more fuckable. He wanted a woman who was vain and vapid, not caring much for anything outside of her own pleasure, and pleasing her man.
He was broken from his reverie as the receptionist, he could never remember her name, told him the doctor would see him now. Chris Canaan stood from the chair and walked through the open door into the inner office, closing it behind him.
He sat in the waiting room until he was informed that the doctor was ready to see him. He had been coming here for almost 2 months, but still he didn't see any improvement in his love life. Not that he wasn't confident, or attractive. He was rich, handsome, and CEO of a large pharmaceutical company. He had to be confident. No, what kept him single was what he wanted from a woman.
While other men wanted a woman to be their equal, attractive and fun to spend time with, he wanted something else. Oh he still wanted someone attractive and fun to spend time with, but hardly an equal. And what he found attractive wasn't exactly what other men would be looking for. He wanted a woman with huge tits, who dressed to show them off, with tight tops with plunging necklines showing more cleavage than they hid. He wanted a woman who spent her time split between fucking, thinking about being fucked, and trying to make herself more fuckable. He wanted a woman who was vain and vapid, not caring much for anything outside of her own pleasure, and pleasing her man.
He was broken from his reverie as the receptionist, he could never remember her name, told him the doctor would see him now. Chris Canaan stood from the chair and walked through the open door into the inner office, closing it behind him.