I Am Perverse

We can show a female breastfeeding on social media platforms, and she can even breastfeed in public spaces, yet we cannot show a female's breasts at all. So a lactating breast, which is a breast in full function, dripping milk is allowed to be seen. Facebook for example abounds with imagery of breastfeeding women, with babe and, or toddlers sucking to their hearts content. So who decides what is sexy when it comes to the sexuality of a female's breast?.

I can look at a female breastfeeding and feel as sexy as fuck towards that breast. I want my mouth on those lactating nipples. I want to taste the inner workings of the female. To feel the wetness of her milk trickling down my throat. A woman breastfeeding is as sexy as fuck. And here I say, what is wrong with adult sex? OMG! we want to control everything, and make criminals out of people having sex. If sex is consensual between two adults, then what is the problem?

Sexual imagery has come to saturate our society which is the most prudish in the world. Keep it secret. Don't talk about sex. Don't show the erect cock. Don't expose the juicy cunt. Hide the naked body, but it is okey to draw the body nude and, display that body for all the world to view. We are so fucking hypocritical. She can twirl her tongue seductively around the icecream as though it were a cock. She can have a stamp size piece of material covering her shaved pussy, which has her cunt looking like a young girl's. As for the male cock, it is nowhere to be seen. There is nothing for her but a throaty car.

How the fuck did we get so screwed up about male, female sex?. Millions of us are being fucked daily by guilt. Millions carry the weight of sin upon their shoulders. No one is exempt. How did we ever get so confused. We live sex mentally. We don't live the sex that emerges from our body. We do not share it publicly as intended. We were each made by two people fucking. No one owns sex. You probably think I am fucked in the head for writing this. No more fucked up than you who follow the status quo of always having secret sex. Hidden sex. Monogamous sex. No sex.

How many times the women I work with, I just want to go up to them, and say to her, what wonderful, full, round buttocks you have, or you look so sexual in those tights. But the topsoil of my personality is nothing but moral. My sexuality is kept firmly locked away in handcuffs. This one female I work with has a rich energy smoking from her tight body. What an ass!. What a cunt! She oozes sex. She wants a boy, not a man. This is the reproductive way of so many young females. A guy like me doesn't have a chance of stirring the sauce. The young sapling just wants to get his end away. Then he fucks off looking for the next cunt to dip his wick into.

Youch! I'm a randy cock. She anguished over what she would wear to the club. So she dressed up for the evening in her barbaric jewelry. She was meant for the African jungle, orgies, dances. Long dark hair, with brown burning eyes she looked like some wild animal that was hungry, and erotically tender. She was ravishing to look at. The branches had thirsty eyes hanging like berries ogling the provocative, taut curves of her breasts, and her boyish-cut buttocks. And she had enough room to clap between her cunty cunt cunt. She is so obsessed with her booty. She provokes the circling males with her mouth, with her eyes, with her breasts.

I am a man standing in the river selling water. She is addicted with the drug of her body. He is addicted with the drug of his body. The colors of the addiction are running into one another without borders. The borders will come after the fuck. They are absorbed, or lost in the flesh of the other. They rip each other apart like the two shells of an oyster. What reveals is pornographic and vulgar. They wear their minds like a contraceptive. She could see the curled pubic hairs, and his erection dressed in a red bathing suit. It was a flaming red. A firetruck red.

I am not going to lie. I am a filthy, perverted motherfucker. I am off in my head right now looking at a woman bending over, grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands, and spreading them so I cannot only see her pouting peach, but also her asshole. Yes, it is a submissive sight, naughty, and calls my cock to rise. And the woman who is twenty five, her name is Anja, appears before me, stripped of all her clothes, her tight latex leggings, her peeled off lingerie, her tits hanging down like summer fruit, only wearing her barbaric jewelry, is a sight for my tight cock. The brief size of her ass, her butthole, her pink slit, has erected the tissue in my nose, which I crash into her butthole, pushing it in like an eager penis. Oh God!. She is so fucking delicious. I inhale her smell. I take it down into my lungs. I swill it around my memory bank. My tongue reaches for her cunt, to taste her soul, my nose is still firmly locked in her butthole. Try it if you dare. Force your nose up your partner's butthole. Inhale through your nostrils the dark depths waiting within. I get dizzy thinking about it.

My cock is eager to get in. Whatever the hole. My cock is full of lust, and raging desire, to feel it all. Look at it. Swaying about like a branch in a storm. I stroked her belly, her thighs, her roseate nipples, and kissed my way down to her cunt. I sniffed the patch of hair just above her clit. Fuck what a hit. Then I begin eating her, not to impress her, but because I want to. My tongue licks her clitoris to the right, at two o'clock. I can feel her clit beginning to swell. Then I gorge on her entire clit in my mouth, nibbling it with an erotic frenzy. Her entire body shakes like a twig in a rain storm. My cock, that aching stretch, is screaming for entry into her cunt. Her cunt is drunk with scent, full of odorous moisture. My roaring manshape heads towards those lips, scenting the slather, of the lather, which it knows awaits within.

The blue nut of my hot penis, parts those moist lips, and buries the dark shaft up to its hairy balls, relishing the fleshy tightness of the sheath that surrounds it. The first glide backwards, covered in the slime of the toad, has me digging in my toes, and crushing her fingers, before plunging back into the swamy drug. I am inside her lush cunt, licking the wet walls. My cock is bathed in her sex. Women want to be led. She wants a man to take charge. She wants to be taken with the voraciousness that an addict approaches a fix. My cock is soaking and skinned inside her cunt. I pound her pubis. I can hear the cluck, suck of my penis fucking inside her. I am sure she could feel my jerking gushes of cum spraying her womb. She slipped her tongue inside my mouth, and twined it around mine, and we swallowed each other down.