I just get the "itch". Not really the little head driving me, but something internal. I imagine it is like being an alcoholic and getting that twitch that you
must have a drink. At times it will hit me out of nowhere. One minute I am working, driving or just watching Sports Center and BAM, I gotta have some good lovin'. I simply crave the encounter of a beautiful, sexy woman, who is there for the sole purpose of making me happy.
Oh yeah, the little head doesn't seem to mind my satisfying the "itch"...