Sextasy 101: The Ultimate Guide for Relationships and Sex On X

By Donny Jacobowitz

This story is about a lifetime of pain and hurt stemming from relationships and lessons learned the hard way.I share and describe my paths I took to escape reality and dull the anguish of my broken heart.I take you for a ride down the fast lane.The world of ecstasy,cocaine,mushrooms,Viagra,and marijuana combined with lots of sex.You will go into this story curious and come out the other side well informed.
Donny Jacobowitz has discovered the recipe for the ultimate sexual experience.Mr.Jacobowitz has lived and learned all of this first hand.From A to Z he breaks down the psychological and physical parts of relationships,sex,and drugs.This is the rawest literature you will ever find on these subjects.He is able to describe and captivate with his unmatched knowledge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Aug 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9780578104607

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SEXTASY

101

The Ultimate Guide for Relationships and sex on X

Donny Jacobowitz

AKA Flash

Daddyflash Extreme Entertainment

Copyright © 2012 by Donny Jacobowitz

ISBN: 978-0-578-10460-7

Epub ISBN: 978-0-578-10615-1

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Contents

Preface

Introduction

Women=Whores

WHY-SEXTASY

Intro to Ecstasy

About Me

Desire to Impress

Power of the pussy

April

Make the bitch pay

The Best Revenge is Success

My Mistress

Poem from Mistress

Poem from Mistress

Nicole

Geneva

Rosalyn

More, About Me

The tramp that got away

Mary from Golden Palace Restaurant

Sinead

How I did it

The psychology of it all

Dangerous Mix

Leading the Pack- Alpha Male

My white girl – Jessica

Pages from Jessica’s diary

Just Ride

Taylee

Trunk Driving

Be Real

Maddy and Maria

Maddy and Maria… take two

A letter from Maddy

Kira

Quantity Not Quality

Shana and Amanda

Amy

Shit I lived for

Jackie

Jessica/Turkessa

Love…Who needs it?

Lisa

Erica

Indestructible

Jay’s nameless gifts

Straight Hoes

Janet

Equalizer/ Cautions

The retarded girl

How to get a stripper

Tonia

Angelica, Jessica, Amber, Marci,

& a Few Others

Cardilina

Trippin with Jackie and Jessica

Thanks…Tank…Tanked

Kim

Renee

Ramena

Katrina

Indira

Sholonda

The Game

Flashology

Toni

In memory of my father: Harold Jacobowitz

Acknowledgments

First and foremost, I’d like to acknowledge the women in my life who have put me through emotional hell and turmoil, breaking me down, in order to become stronger. These women are responsible for my untrusting nature towards all females, also my deep rooted anger that doesn’t seem to ever subside.

My mother, Tara, April, the dirtiest, cruddiest, bitch I have ever come across, and my babies’ mom, Toni.

Toni remains to be my weakness, my emotional thumbscrew. She keeps me on my pimp game, never wanting to have feelings for anyone. She is a constant reminder of what women do to men and why it is so important never to buy what a bitch is selling.

Disconnecting from your own heart is the best way for one to survive and go on. Thank you hoes for teaching me such valuable lessons.

I’d like to thank all the women in my life who have treated me like a superstar. My ego has always been fed by the look in women’s eyes, the look of lust and admiration. I appreciate all the dirty hoes I was with that gave me all they had.

I’d like to thank all the people that encouraged me and believed in my work, Casper, Pimp Dog, Donny, Eric, Dex, Johann, and especially my main man Steve-O who has always had my back and respected my swagger. I appreciate the support of my good friends Bob and Carl. My nephew, Benjamin who has looked to me for advice, and made me think. I’d like to thank Kamilah for all the time she has put into this book, typing and editing. Her confidence in me is much appreciated.

Disclaimer

The publisher and author are not liable for any damages or negative consequences from any treatment action, application or preparation, to any person reading or following the information in this book. This book is designed to provide information and motivation to our readers. It is sold with the understanding that the publisher is not engaged to render any type of psychological, legal, or any other kind of professional advice. The content is the sole expression and opinion of its author, and not necessarily that of the publisher. No warranties or guarantees are expressed or implied by the publisher’s choice to include any of the content in this volume. Neither the publisher nor the individual author shall be liable for any physical, psychological, emotional, financial, or commercial damages, including, but not limited to, special, incidental, consequential or other damages. Our views and rights are the same: You are responsible for your own choices, actions, and results.

Preface

Did you ever ask yourself why am I always getting my heart broken? Or why can’t I hook up with people and have a good time? Why is it that everyone else seems to be living an exciting life while my life is boring?

I explain what is real, what is fiction what to watch for and what to avoid in people and relationships. Everyone can relate to each other in one way or another. I tell my story from a man’s point of view but my feelings and strategies also work for both genders. Do you feel like you can’t trust anyone? Have you had your heart broken and it has left you scarred? Have you come to the point where you’d rather be alone instead of taking a chance on another relationship? I will teach you how to avoid heartache.

In this book, I share my secrets. I share how to attract people and how to win over their trust. I also have remedies to make you an extraordinary lover. How many times have you had sex with someone for the first time or anytime and felt absolutely unsatisfied and terribly disappointed? How many men have no idea what a woman needs physically and emotionally? What if I was to tell you it doesn’t take much when you have all the information? Anyone can be a best friend and an ultimate lover. You can gain this great outcome without the chance of a broken heart and a ton of regret.

Most men can’t last long during sex. It leaves your partner dissatisfied to the point of frustration and disappointment. I have the remedy for that, What if I tell you there’s stuff you can take that will help you last for hours, even days if you choose.

Are you the shy reserved type? Do you feel locked in a shell and you are dying to get out? Maybe you know someone else that refuses to live and be sociably or sexually free. I have the remedy for that too. I have the key to unlock all inhibitions. After reading this book you will be able to let your soul fly free.

Women=Whores

I am a creature of habit emotions are a hindrance. I’ve learned to separate them from my existence. History will repeat itself, if you allow it. At one point, all I wanted was to live life to the fullest, seeking recognition and attention, dominating the female species. Self-empowerment was an objective, getting lost in the moment, escaping reality, creating a world of fantasy, and living in a daydream. I was a wizard of chemicals. Inducing my peers to follow in my path, self-destruction as I blew through each city, a wake of females left behind.

Since I was born, my father told me, Women are whores. I had no idea what he was talking about. I was a baby. My mother never really loved me. If she did, she didn’t know how to show it. She never gave me emotional support, nurturing or affection. She taught me resentment.

At the age of ten, I received my first scar from a girl. She told me I couldn’t get it up and she put me down. Then she started fuckin my best friend. From there, I began to realize what my Dad had told me from day one; Women are whores. I started to understand the definitions to the words he so often spoke. My Dad was no longer around to advise me. My mother had him thrown in jail for ten years. Then at age twelve, she put me in a juvenile home, so she could get married and start a new life. What a wonderful woman she was.

At the age of thirteen, I fell in love with a whore. She claimed to be a virgin. One will never know if it was the truth. We dated on and off for six years. She fucked every one of my friends and any guys she came in contact with. That’s where rage became part of me. The deepest of my scars originated. She taught me never to trust, no matter what, even if you do everything for them, and love them unconditionally. She pretended she loved me and deceived me in every way. She put me directly in touch with my anger and aggression. I often choked her, wanting to kill her so my misery would be over. She was pure poison that I willingly drank often. I was under her spell that took years and years to break away from. I could have easily killed her and myself, that’s how bad off I was. A four year jail sentence cured me from the hold she had on me.

Once out of jail, I met the love of my life. I was convinced that it was a real life fairy tale. She was the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on. She made me feel like I could do anything. For a time, I was complete. I asked her to marry me. We were having a baby. I started a landscaping business. Everything made sense. Life was good. A couple years into it, the fairy tale was over. It wasn’t meant to be. What else can I say? She gave me two awesome sons. I still carry the heartache of the loss. She was my truest love. All there are now are lessons to be learned.

WHY-SEXTASY

My writing shows exactly how I feel towards women. My experiences were mostly fueled by pain. Drugs and pussy were my escape. Five years, I was on this path. If you are interested in the details of my life, you can read my autobiography. Sextasy 101 is focused on fuckin bitches and my philosophy on women. Glamorous as it may seem, there are a lot of negative under currents, I do not describe. I left that for my autobiography. Put yourself in my shoes and enjoy the orgies. After all we, only live once.

Intro to Ecstasy

My buddy Russ turned me onto ecstasy. I had just broken up with the love of my life. I was suffering; feeling like the world was over. I was like Al Pacino in Scarface. My face buried in piles of cocaine. All I could see were snowflakes falling in front of me. The thump of my heart was all that I could hear. In my mind I screamed, trying to reach a part of me. All I heard was a faint echo. I was running faster and faster away from myself. I couldn’t tell which end was up. It was like doing somersaults and landing in the water on my stomach.

The people around me witnessed my abyss. My friend Russ told me taking ecstasy would make me feel better and get me through this hard time. He took me out to a bar in New London called Stashes Café. It was a biker bar. I had been there many times. I ate the pills he gave me, not feeling any of the promised effects. We ran into a friend named Joel. We were hanging out and pounding down drinks. Joel and I were sniffing lines in the bathroom and out in the car. Russ wasn’t into caine, so the alcohol was hitting him hard. Towards the end of the night, Joel ran into a ho he knew. He invited her to his parent’s yacht that was docked across the street.

Russ gave me a Viagra. I knew I’d have a problem getting a hard on. The four of us took a walk across the street. I had to guide Russ. He was stumbling about. As soon as we got on the yacht, Russ passed out. He was cocked. Joel the girl and I were blowin lines and drinkin. The lady must have been forty years old. Her body was designed for this kind of entertainment. She had long blond hair, big round fake titties, and a tiny waist. Joel instructed her to remove her clothing. She was a slut. She stripped down naked, then kneeled down in front of Joel and began blowing him. Joel pointed to her ass. That was my signal to start fucking her. I pulled a condom out of my pocket. I attempted to put it on, but my dick wouldn’t get hard enough. Joel told her to blow me. She sucked on my numb prick for a while, jerking me off slowly, while Joel hit it from the back. Joel and I high-fived each other while laughing. Russ was missing out. He was down for the count. The ecstasy he gave me along with the Viagra had no effect on me.

My dick got hard enough to place the condom on. The girl turned around, so I could fuck her. Joel lay back enjoying the brains she was giving. My eyes scattered across the room. My thoughts were racing. I couldn’t concentrate on the pussy. My prick was desensitized. We partied till the sun came up. I was high and drunk. I always hated the way cocaine made me feel. It was a shitty drug. Coming down was miserable; depression accompanied the feeling along with being stripped of self-worth. I drove Russ home, ate some sleeping pills and crashed for the afternoon.

That evening we went out again. Russ, Joel, and I went to a bar in downtown Mystic called 91 North. I had never been there. I didn’t do any coke. I was willing to try ecstasy once more, hoping it would affect me in the way Russ was promising.

Once in the club, Russ was talking to some guy. Suddenly, like an avalanche, I was hit with intense paranoia. I was thinking this bar was a gay bar and that my two buddies were homosexuals. I felt there was a conspiracy going on. I rushed Russ to leave. He said, After his drink. That wasn’t good enough for me. I told him I’d be in the car waiting. I ran to the car nervous, frantic feeling. The paranoia was stronger than when I was on cocaine. I climbed in my car quickly locking the door behind me. I don’t know what I was scared of but I was frightened. I called Russ on his cell phone and said, Let’s go. Finally, they came out.

I didn’t like the feeling the e produced. Russ assured me that it wasn’t always like that. The next evening I tried it again. I ate an e pill and drank some captains. When I smoked a blunt, I felt higher than ever. My vision became blurred. My brain was being taken over by this new drug. At first, I felt heavy and relaxed. Then I felt outrageously friendly. Third gear was lift off. I felt like a space ship orbiting the moon. We went to a techno club called, Ballero’s in downtown Norwich. I was full of energy. I jumped around to the music, having never danced before. My body was drenched with sweat. I felt like He-Man when he holds up his sword and says, By the power of gray skull, I have the power. I forgot all of my worries. All the things that were killing me seemed to vanish. I was meeting new people, listening to music I had never heard. Everyone around me was experiencing this incredible drug. I never wanted the night to end. I felt free.

This was the start to my five year binge on ecstasy. I stopped using cocaine for the most part because coke takes away your e high. I was much happier on e. When I started having sex on it, I realized it was the gateway to paradise. I became addicted to the sex. I felt I was on the top of my game. I could do anything. Taking ecstasy was like Jim Carrey putting on the mask, in the movie The Mask. All your inner ambitions come out, amplified. Your senses are increased tenfold. You become superhuman. I was trying to cheat heartache. My world and lifestyle became extremely warped. Ecstasy was at the center of my existence. Every girl I met, I would sleep with. I was a manwhore and proud of it.

About Me

A majority of my sexual experiences from 2001 to 2006 are quite foggy. I was high every day. When I hooked up with new chicks it was usually late at night, and by then I was drunk, rolling, and obliterated. It got to be practically my natural state. I somehow shined in those moments. There were no boundaries of shyness or awkward moments that I couldn’t get beyond. I was open. Living each moment like it could be my last. In doing so, I carried a confidence about me that in return attracted people. People often ask me, how do you do it? Pertaining to all the women I was with. I try to explain but no one gets the real gist of it because I no longer have that aura about me that made all things possible. I am a different man these days; physically and mentally. I blame it on adapting to circumstances. It’s a new approach to these types of surroundings (prison). There is always change with time. It’s always a choice which way we decide is the best way we precede.

Being stripped of my exterior identity has affected the way people now perceive me. I am in a sense like anyone else. Appearance wise anyway. My thoughts and inner workings are far from the norm of the masses. I travel inward and upward. To a place that is unknown to many. There are many tunnels in my mind. I have found they are much easier explored while on drugs. The drugs are keys to locked doors. For almost three years now I have been traveling in caves, empty, hollow, and lonely. Other occasions, I find myself in mazes without exits. Though I travel the same paths and tunnels regularly, I don’t come across unknown territory, because I choose not to use drugs.

When I listen to the radio, I am reminded, taken back in time to the good times, like living in a fantasy, (Which I was!) In time that passes, it seems the stimulation of the memories begin to fade. I recall flashes, instead of details. I see faces, instead of remembering names. Some days, I even consider it was all a dream, rather than