The Need

I feel it rising within me. I need to release all of this sexual energy. But it is not just sex, it is aggression, it is rough, it is primal. Once it begins, it is right on the edge of out of control.  You can see it in my body. You know it from the look in my eyes.

The spanking gets harder,  your body flung around like a rag doll. There is genuine fear that this may spin completely out of control, but that is part of the desire and attraction. It’s what makes this sexual encounter heightened and that much more intense. I pin you down and ravage you, my body ramming you. Your gasps of breath merely turning me on even more. Feeling you get turned on having  the same effect on me.

You can smell the sex in the room. You can see and feel the intensity. Sweat springing from both our bodies as we slam into each other. It is rough, it is sexual and erotic. It is what we want.

Monday Missives

A few text messages I received from some friends:

Touch myself?

Suck your hard cock?

Spank my ass while you fuck me?

Fuck someone else?
U know i like it all. From sucking your cock, letting u fuck my mouth, tits.
Having u throw me on the bed putting your fingers in my pussy so u can feel
how wet i am

Right after I got off the phone with you I unbuttoned my pants and put my fingers

in between my lips... rubbed my clit softly but steadily and I immediately got wet,

soaking wet... came so fast, my lips jerking into my fingers...
My senses are heightened and am highly orgasmic. I'm in the mood to just give it,

give it hard and any way you want it. You sex me up and make me want it. I want

you to give it to me.

All I want is for you to have pleasure, and the more pleasure I give you, the more orgasmic I get. The last time I gave you head, I could tell you liked it and your reaction made me come. I want to turn inside out for you, let you have me, you know how badly you want me. I want you even more. My body is yours to have. Take it. Use it. Beat it. Fuck it. Use it again and again and again. Experiment on it. Try something new on it. Push it around and then fuck it some more, moan, begging for more.

I am yours completely. Have it. Lick it. Suck it. Love it with your violence….

Debauchery

Thigh High Boots

In my half awake morning commute I just read an article that seemed to indicate that thigh high boots are in fashion for the fall. This made me smile and provided the spark for a nice little morning thought.

Thigh high boots and a short skirt will almost immediately get me excited. It is practically involuntary. If I see a woman dressed in that fashion, it is a lock that there are multiple erotic fantasies brewing in my head. You will probably catch me staring as I capture the images for my vivid imagination.

It is amazing the smallest images, articles of clothing or situations that will stir erotic thoughts in me. I think I have them more than your average guy. I am saturated with sexual thoughts

A good Blow Job is a great start

A woman who loves to give blow jobs is extremely sexy. It gets me revved up and makes me lose control. It is incredible how a good blow job can lead to incredible sex.

She was ready for me. She appeared in cherry red bra and panties, thigh high stockings and heels. She began the lap dance enticing all my senses.  She danced ever closer and then we made contact and I began caressing her body. She knelt before me and took in my rock hard cock. I could see the hunger and desire in her eyes. She devoured my cock and the moaning noises made it all the more erotic. I was straining to maintain control. It felt so good i wanted it to last. It was a delight for all the senses. The visual was incredible. It felt like every nerve ending was in my cock and was active. Her moans of pleasure and delight driving me over the edge. I was getting harder.  We were both lost in the moment. The mutual pleasure and desire engulfing us as our bodies were connected. We both knew I would explode. The spasms beginning to come in waves. We were both in tune and in synch. I finally exploded and it was like the spasms of pleasure were literally transferred from me to her. The pure pleasure was electric and palpable in the air. The sense of time was blurred and it was the beginning of an incredible evening of sexual energy, pleasure and exploration.

Sex on the brain

I have more work than time. I am actually swamped. So it is somewhat inconvienient that All I want to do is have sex. I want to dominate and ravage many of the women I interact wit regularly. The thoughts come rushing forward one after the other, occasionally getting jumbled together creating simultaneous thoughts of multiple women swirling in my head making it difficult to concentrate.

Actually having sex is apparently not even enough to satisfy my appetites. I have good sex and then I have to masturbate later and still want more. I am insatiable.  I see a woman and immediately think of us naked, in a frenzy of lust and desire.

As i casually encounter a woman,  I envision a sexual scenario. I create preferences and skills based upon a glance. Most of the time, it is obviously a manifestation of my wants and desires and has little bearing on reality or facts.

There is no way I could know that the woman I saw on crowded street enjoyed blow jobs.  Its even worse with those that you have some knowledge and familiarity of their likes, attractions and sexual desires. The office is teaming with possibilities. This is scary in that I would not usually be attracted to the vast majority of the women in my office. Suddenly I am entertaining thoughts of office liasons, clandestine sex behind closed doors. Its too bad my new secretary is not a hypersexual woman ready to explode. Or maybe that is a good thing for now.

Hypersexual

There are days or even just moments when I become hypersexual. Every woman I see turns me on. I fantasize about various sex acts, fetishes or kinks with nearly every woman I see or know. The fantasies can sometimes be quick or elaborate and drawn out.

It seems to be occurring with greater frequency.

A quick fantasy

would sit on your desk with my pussy open for you, legs open and skirt just high enough for you to slip it in and whack it…
rubbed the outside of my clit and labia to make it nice and slippery. I rubbed it quickly, and as I got close to orgasm I slowed down and slipped my finger into myself and felt the muscles orgasm around my finger, the wetness surrounding it. I took my finger out when I was done spasming – shoved the crotch of my underwear into my pussy and wiped it clean… removed them…

Just mailed them off to you personal and confidential…

Skirt Day

In areas where there is cold weather, this is a special day. It is usually the second warm, sunny day in a row. On that day the short skirts are in full force. Its as if the entire world wakes up with color, warmth, lust and sex. Lately, the weather has been so screwy as to mess with skirt day. That is too bad as it is one of the small pleasures in life.

A Querry

I’m just curious as to if there are any regular or semi regular readers and if you have any thoughts or feedback. My curiosity is piqued on this Friday. I’d love to know what anybody might find interesting or not in my little corner of the world.