LITERARY MASTURBATION
I feel like writing today, but have no idea what I should write about…
I’m in a nasty mood.
I’m horny.
Twice my wife and I have attempted sex, and my three-month-old son screaming for milk interrupted my nut busting. So I’ve been holding a load for the last fourteen days that has my crown the size of a mushroom.
This is a dangerous time for me. The men in my family are notorious for making bad decisions based on sexual desires. My father has six illegitimate kids (including me) because of it. My brother makes several trips to the Asian islands to quench it. And I’ve found myself in bed with some pretty horrible “things” because my brain just cuts off all intelligent thought and I become some sex driven beast whose only concern is sticking my dick somewhere. My wife understands this and treats my sex drive like a forest fire, dousing it before growing exponentially. But when you have two kids, some times you just have to hope it burns itself out.
A lot of men, or people in general, have a line they just won’t cross when it comes to sex. Some things they just won’t do no matter how aroused or desperate they become. Not me. I have no such barriers. The hornier I get, the more perverse my desires become, and they’re only controlled by what’s legal and illegal. So no, I don’t crave children or animals. I’m not that fucking disgusting. But anything a man and woman can do together repeats itself in my brain, making it difficult to hold a normal conversation with anyone of the opposite sex. I stop seeing women’s faces, and only look at body parts. When I open the door for them, they think I’m being polite when I’m actually checking out their ass.
You notice things on a woman when you're horny that you'd normally overlook. Like panty lines (don't believe those anti-panty line commercials, men like them, it gives us a better idea of what your ass looks like), or the folds that appear and disappear in a women's pants when their ass swings left to right. You have x-ray vision and can look right through their clothes, see their bra, and visualize what their breasts look like. Every word they speak has a sensuous tone, everything they do becomes a flirtation and mentioning your name is an invitaiton. You notice their hair, good or bad, and highlights have the same affect as Victoria Secret. You notice how it moves with a steady bounce and it becomes synonymous with the up and down flip-flops when you're going at it doggy style, or when she's on top and going for broke, concerned only with her primal need to hit that place and you're trying not to bust before she gets there. And if you can't fuck, you eat like crazy. Last night I treated a Carl's Jr. pastrami burger like a sopping wet, moist, quivering...
Whoa.
Hey, I’m not the only one who does it. Ever see a guy hold the door open for a group of women, one of them is fat, and as soon as a fat chick comes up, he cuts her off and goes through first? Now you know why.
But I've gotten better over the years. It’s not like it was in high school, where I'd sit in classes watching the girls like some animal. I’d try to be nonchalant about it, but failed miserably since most of my class considered me a rapist in the making. Even my wife often recalls our first date, when I opened the door and my “sexual energy”, as she calls it, hit her full force. She remembers the weird feeling she got as we sat in a theater and I asked if I could put my hand on her knee. Then I started rubbing it like a breast or something, she was pretty freaked out. That was back in my wannabe vampire days, so our first kiss was more me biting on her neck, giving her a nasty hicky she had to cover up or get her ass kicked by her mother.
My wife is an incredible woman, although she would consider herself a “dead lay”, I’ve been with women like that, and she isn’t even close. The only time I ever felt like a man was with her. All the times before, even in my early twenties, I always felt like a kid playing doctor. But with her, there was this connection, for the first time I instinctively knew what I was doing and how to do it. Normally, during sex, my mind is pretty analytical. I’m reading the woman’s reactions, seeing what works and what doesn’t, by caressing, I would search for a “sweet spot” to exploit. My choices of positions were thought out in advance, including the duration of time between changeovers. Oh yeah, I was that anal when it came to sex. But my wife changed that. I never knew what I was doing with her because it felt too good. Everything I’d “learned” went out the window and I just reacted to every sensation I was having. It was the most natural sex I ever had.
I remember the first time…
It was a Saturday, and she asked if she could come over. I wasn’t stupid, so I let her and she did. She was obviously depressed, but that was normal because we were both pretty dark and brooding in those days. We were in my living room, talking, and somehow that erupted in a tickle fest where we ended up on the floor. I was on top, tickling her, and for some reason we just stopped and looked at each other. Next thing, we were kissing, and not softly. I remember going into my non-door-having bedroom (my father hacked it off with a hatchet) and making-out before we disrobed. I wore condoms in those days, Rough Riders, so our first sexual experience lasted over an hour. I remember the sounds she made…
The girls I had prior to that were African American, and black women don’t sound nice during sex. They’re rough as all hell. You’d think they would lighten up when they’re intimate, but they don’t. They’re bossy as all hell, rough, with deep voices that growl commands like a drill sergeant. Even when they try to be soft, they’re rough as all hell and they curse like they’re gonna punch you in the face.
But my wife, she sounded like…how can I describe it? Soft, harmonic, rhythmic, smooth, gentle, like the ocean at 3am, far away from the city, everything else is dead, and you can hear the water crashing, then sliding up the shore. It was soothing, like a mother singing a quiet lullaby to her child as he drifts to sleep. I could have listened to her for hours (and I’ve often thought of taping our love making so I could do just that).
Anyway, it was the greatest sexual moment in my life, and though I’d already lost my virginity, I consider that to be the actual moment.
It was during our third sexual encounter that she asked me to take the condom off, in a low seducing voice that she has no idea she can make. And I haven’t been able to wear one since (I’ve also have found it difficult to last more than 20mins without considerable effort). The first time I felt a vagina was probably the equivalent of being born. Everything went bright, my body went rigid, and I screamed, “Oh, FUCK!” And shot a load that took all moisture from my body.
I was twenty-two, and born again.
And unlike drugs, it feels that good every time. But I’m smarter now, after insertion, my brain begins computing math problems so I can hold my load. I’m lucky that my wife has always been very orgasmic, so it’s not like black women, pounding away until you hit gold. No, it’s natural, slow, calm, smooth, and rhythmic, like dancing.
God…
But hey, my wife is great, but I’m no slouch either. I have this “trick” - I can make a chick cum just by licking her nipples. Pretty cool.
So, where was I? Oh yeah, horny and talking excessively about sex...
I’ve recently discovered that I am not the only man who doesn’t climax from blowjobs (A great pick-up line by the way, guaranteed to get you sucked on if the chick is wild enough). Well, “doesn’t” may be a strong word. I have climaxed with my wife, but not from any previous encounter. And it’s not that it doesn’t feel good, I think it’s a mental thing. Guys like me, we understand oral sex is the appetizer and we want the main course. According to women, a lot of men spew pretty damn fast from oral. I’ve always wondered how I would do going up against a pro, like Nina Hartley. I’d call it “The Dick Challenge – Man vs. Mouth – Who Will Win?” Treat it like a porno version of Fear Factor, the challenge would either be guys who’d try and hold their load the longest against the best dick suckers in the biz. Or chicks that have to get a guy who normally doesn’t cum from oral, to blow his load.
Whew, I’m all sex talked out. And you know what, I don’t think I’m horny anymore. I wrote my horniness away.
YEAH!
Wait…wait a minute…(sigh) no, still horny.
JPG.
I’m in a nasty mood.
I’m horny.
Twice my wife and I have attempted sex, and my three-month-old son screaming for milk interrupted my nut busting. So I’ve been holding a load for the last fourteen days that has my crown the size of a mushroom.
This is a dangerous time for me. The men in my family are notorious for making bad decisions based on sexual desires. My father has six illegitimate kids (including me) because of it. My brother makes several trips to the Asian islands to quench it. And I’ve found myself in bed with some pretty horrible “things” because my brain just cuts off all intelligent thought and I become some sex driven beast whose only concern is sticking my dick somewhere. My wife understands this and treats my sex drive like a forest fire, dousing it before growing exponentially. But when you have two kids, some times you just have to hope it burns itself out.
A lot of men, or people in general, have a line they just won’t cross when it comes to sex. Some things they just won’t do no matter how aroused or desperate they become. Not me. I have no such barriers. The hornier I get, the more perverse my desires become, and they’re only controlled by what’s legal and illegal. So no, I don’t crave children or animals. I’m not that fucking disgusting. But anything a man and woman can do together repeats itself in my brain, making it difficult to hold a normal conversation with anyone of the opposite sex. I stop seeing women’s faces, and only look at body parts. When I open the door for them, they think I’m being polite when I’m actually checking out their ass.
You notice things on a woman when you're horny that you'd normally overlook. Like panty lines (don't believe those anti-panty line commercials, men like them, it gives us a better idea of what your ass looks like), or the folds that appear and disappear in a women's pants when their ass swings left to right. You have x-ray vision and can look right through their clothes, see their bra, and visualize what their breasts look like. Every word they speak has a sensuous tone, everything they do becomes a flirtation and mentioning your name is an invitaiton. You notice their hair, good or bad, and highlights have the same affect as Victoria Secret. You notice how it moves with a steady bounce and it becomes synonymous with the up and down flip-flops when you're going at it doggy style, or when she's on top and going for broke, concerned only with her primal need to hit that place and you're trying not to bust before she gets there. And if you can't fuck, you eat like crazy. Last night I treated a Carl's Jr. pastrami burger like a sopping wet, moist, quivering...
Whoa.
Hey, I’m not the only one who does it. Ever see a guy hold the door open for a group of women, one of them is fat, and as soon as a fat chick comes up, he cuts her off and goes through first? Now you know why.
But I've gotten better over the years. It’s not like it was in high school, where I'd sit in classes watching the girls like some animal. I’d try to be nonchalant about it, but failed miserably since most of my class considered me a rapist in the making. Even my wife often recalls our first date, when I opened the door and my “sexual energy”, as she calls it, hit her full force. She remembers the weird feeling she got as we sat in a theater and I asked if I could put my hand on her knee. Then I started rubbing it like a breast or something, she was pretty freaked out. That was back in my wannabe vampire days, so our first kiss was more me biting on her neck, giving her a nasty hicky she had to cover up or get her ass kicked by her mother.
My wife is an incredible woman, although she would consider herself a “dead lay”, I’ve been with women like that, and she isn’t even close. The only time I ever felt like a man was with her. All the times before, even in my early twenties, I always felt like a kid playing doctor. But with her, there was this connection, for the first time I instinctively knew what I was doing and how to do it. Normally, during sex, my mind is pretty analytical. I’m reading the woman’s reactions, seeing what works and what doesn’t, by caressing, I would search for a “sweet spot” to exploit. My choices of positions were thought out in advance, including the duration of time between changeovers. Oh yeah, I was that anal when it came to sex. But my wife changed that. I never knew what I was doing with her because it felt too good. Everything I’d “learned” went out the window and I just reacted to every sensation I was having. It was the most natural sex I ever had.
I remember the first time…
It was a Saturday, and she asked if she could come over. I wasn’t stupid, so I let her and she did. She was obviously depressed, but that was normal because we were both pretty dark and brooding in those days. We were in my living room, talking, and somehow that erupted in a tickle fest where we ended up on the floor. I was on top, tickling her, and for some reason we just stopped and looked at each other. Next thing, we were kissing, and not softly. I remember going into my non-door-having bedroom (my father hacked it off with a hatchet) and making-out before we disrobed. I wore condoms in those days, Rough Riders, so our first sexual experience lasted over an hour. I remember the sounds she made…
The girls I had prior to that were African American, and black women don’t sound nice during sex. They’re rough as all hell. You’d think they would lighten up when they’re intimate, but they don’t. They’re bossy as all hell, rough, with deep voices that growl commands like a drill sergeant. Even when they try to be soft, they’re rough as all hell and they curse like they’re gonna punch you in the face.
But my wife, she sounded like…how can I describe it? Soft, harmonic, rhythmic, smooth, gentle, like the ocean at 3am, far away from the city, everything else is dead, and you can hear the water crashing, then sliding up the shore. It was soothing, like a mother singing a quiet lullaby to her child as he drifts to sleep. I could have listened to her for hours (and I’ve often thought of taping our love making so I could do just that).
Anyway, it was the greatest sexual moment in my life, and though I’d already lost my virginity, I consider that to be the actual moment.
It was during our third sexual encounter that she asked me to take the condom off, in a low seducing voice that she has no idea she can make. And I haven’t been able to wear one since (I’ve also have found it difficult to last more than 20mins without considerable effort). The first time I felt a vagina was probably the equivalent of being born. Everything went bright, my body went rigid, and I screamed, “Oh, FUCK!” And shot a load that took all moisture from my body.
I was twenty-two, and born again.
And unlike drugs, it feels that good every time. But I’m smarter now, after insertion, my brain begins computing math problems so I can hold my load. I’m lucky that my wife has always been very orgasmic, so it’s not like black women, pounding away until you hit gold. No, it’s natural, slow, calm, smooth, and rhythmic, like dancing.
God…
But hey, my wife is great, but I’m no slouch either. I have this “trick” - I can make a chick cum just by licking her nipples. Pretty cool.
So, where was I? Oh yeah, horny and talking excessively about sex...
I’ve recently discovered that I am not the only man who doesn’t climax from blowjobs (A great pick-up line by the way, guaranteed to get you sucked on if the chick is wild enough). Well, “doesn’t” may be a strong word. I have climaxed with my wife, but not from any previous encounter. And it’s not that it doesn’t feel good, I think it’s a mental thing. Guys like me, we understand oral sex is the appetizer and we want the main course. According to women, a lot of men spew pretty damn fast from oral. I’ve always wondered how I would do going up against a pro, like Nina Hartley. I’d call it “The Dick Challenge – Man vs. Mouth – Who Will Win?” Treat it like a porno version of Fear Factor, the challenge would either be guys who’d try and hold their load the longest against the best dick suckers in the biz. Or chicks that have to get a guy who normally doesn’t cum from oral, to blow his load.
Whew, I’m all sex talked out. And you know what, I don’t think I’m horny anymore. I wrote my horniness away.
YEAH!
Wait…wait a minute…(sigh) no, still horny.
JPG.
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