In my sinful youth, I wasted a great deal of my time ogling young, slender ladies and lusting after their flesh. For me, at least, women were just a means with which to sow my wild oats and offload my junk.

I did not really care how they felt, what their hopes and fears were, what they believed and so on...they were just a sort of amorous mutton.

This makes me think: How do women cope knowing that men see them as merely pleasure objects? Sure, I know women crave attention and want to flaunt and strut their stuff, but don't they find the desires of men for their flesh a little humiliating and demeaning?
MIGHTY RA: The power I project on R&S is an aphrodisiac to some.