Sex Is a Madness

Private thoughts lead to private desires, to private hungers, to eventual fulfillment. Private thoughts or fantasies, I have them all the time. My head is going crazy with sexual desires. I can't get passionate without showing an erection. The worse place to fantasize is at the gym. So many great female bods lifting weights, stretching their fannies. What a great set of buns. I just love looking at the flat V descending into the top of those latex thighs. How to hide my rising erection when confronted with so much sex. Women don't have to hide, they just show. A male when he is burning with desire, wants to see things. Like I want to see her piss from her pee hole, all over those dumbbells. The tower is fizzing champagne.

If sex is a madness for you, you need to get it out of your system. When I stand looking at your naked body I get vertigo. I fall into your body. We are bodies to be played with. Our bodies are the door to everything. Lust is bodies touching indecently. Who the hell wants decent?. My favorite place for sexual deviation is sitting here writing an obscene composition, then sharing it with whoever will click on it and read it. I don't want to be the priest who pisses into the chalice, then forces you to drink it. I have on a pair of pink boxers. They are snug and show off my assets. Why the hell should I share this information with you?. To make it more personal. Possibly.

I have been perusing the photos you sent me. Digitally. Your beautiful body. Your hungry body, longing to be eaten by my eyes. I hope you don't mind that I think about you sexually. I have a few years on you. I love the pic of you jetting your urine four feet into the air. It fired out of your pee hole like a gunshot. The light hitting your pee, forking in two directions, twisted and sparkled. You are brave to send me that one. The absurd rigidity of my penis evolved by the shameless peeing from your cunt. Should I say pissing cunt. Now I am thirsty.

I often have a repeated fantasy of two females fighting over my ass, my balls and cock. We are naked on the bed together. Their lovely blond buttocks, to impure hands and mouths fighting over who gets to eat my lewd parts. You may notice that I don't impose story, or plot. Sex does not allow for that. A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism. We are all cannibals. We eat each other and call it love. Kissing juices me up for the impending feast.

She had stuffed her pink panties into her vagina, and was extracting them for my wearing. Her panties felt wet and warm, as I slipped them up my legs and over my erection. Nothing is inappropriate when you are with the right person. Wearing her cunt wet panties is such a turn on for the both of us. Gee I look good in Barbie pink. Sex elevates the obscene. Sex that is culturally normal is like books arranged on the library shelf. Neat and tidy. Great sex is when the bed is left filthy, and wrecked.

State your fantasy. Breasts, bottoms, schoolgirls, stockings, suspenders, orgies, swingers, foreskins, clitorises, labia, squatting, strap on cocks, rope, voyeur, porn, watching, threesomes, foursomes, cuckolding, trans, queers, BDSM, anal, role playing, dressing up, pissing, fucking, breasts, nipples, cock, eating, blowing, kissing, licking, candle dripping, tied up, spanking, all the colors and smells of sexing. In fact everything deviant and secret. Explore your dark side. Battle sex. a war which rages within the genitals. The ultimate defeat is orgasm. Sphincters are swirling black holes, waiting to swallow the erections of the world. Look for the extremes. The leather bras which litter sex shops. Chokers with a lead. Hold a cock rocker party. Have a lust knowledge get together. We have been given these bodies to use in every way we dream possible.

Its really twisted this life. I have been a saint and a whore. A saint and a whore. The saint in me loves to watch the whore. It feels so bizarre to be flawed. There is something incredibly about hanging your laundry in public. The towel that dried you. The clothes that touched the intimacy of your skin. That pair of panty's that kissed your labia. Your bra that cradled your breasts. The white sheets you slept on, and fucked in. The Book of Life begins with sex. Always with sex. There is a secret fantasy in each of us. Through that fantasy you can create euphoria.

Sex is pleasure. Pleasure needs to be renewed. Pleasure needs to be possessed. Pleasure without enjoyment is not pleasure. We wear our bones to support ourselves. We wear our soft animal flesh to experience ourselves. Our skin, longs to touch skin. The sound of flesh against flesh, moaning, sucking, fucking. To write is to show your face. I enter perversion. I only eat people I crave for. I can make myself its voyeur.