I fuck, not just have sex --- that's what I would say. The ordinary writhing and sliding of vanilla sex has not been particularly satisfying for me as of late.
In the playroom of hookup encounters is where I expect to shed off not just clothes, but also mask of politeness and civility.
Time to let out the caged beast that had been begging to be fed the raw meat of insatiable, greedy lust. Time to hold an orgy of sensations that overtake the limits of controlled and cautious thinking.
Leave the gentleman by the door; he is no longer needed. Instead, be brutish and uncouth, brazen in sexual heat. That is, if you wish to meet the vixen that will unleash all that pent-up yearning.
I don't ask, nor I plead. I will tell you where the boundaries are, so you can lose all your inhibitions within them. Take me in any way you want, as many times as you want. This is the moment for you to be liberated, I am your sex sl@ve.
You have my permission to do what you damn want, for as long as you can take me far... far from the daily grind, this circus of human existence.
As moans and groans fill the room, as bodies tremble when pleasure rises to dizzying heights, let every dirty thought drown --- no, SILENCE --- the ache and pain that consume our waking hours:
When dreams clash with reality, when friends or mates betray, when troubles overwhelm, when conflict in a love relationship hits an impasse, when a crucial decision is inescapable...
...When human emotions need to be muted, so that all that exists is the relentless wave of pleasure from the fusing of bodies.
That's what I mean when I say that I don't have sex. I fuck.
