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Urge (with picture)
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Urge (with picture) Such a strange, animal feeling in the morning, waking up with a iron-hard cock. There is no great desire for foreplay, kissing, caressing. No interest in dirty talk, kink, or delicate touches. Even the want to fuck is gone. There is no want to slide inside her, no want to pump her for an extended period of time. The usual fascinations--the visual delight of watching my cock disappear into her or watch her tits rise and fall as she rides me are gone. Only the urge to cum remains. A need, like breath, for release. To feel my cum exit, splashing outside of me, no longer walled, caged, torturing me like a poison, in my center. For a moment, clawing at the clothes of my barely conscious partner, there is a lingering moment of shame. To be so out of control. To be so driven by instinct, that I am making empty threats that I will take her unready asshole if I am not soon sated. Sleepily, she smiles, cooing, and starts describing sexual scenes to me while guiding my hand to jerk myself off while she watches ( her pussy is unavailable and we are out of anal lubrication (she's been out of practice and wants to ease back into it ) ). I cum quickly, fully awake, the fog of hormones completely lifted, and I methodically go about cleaning the cum off my belly. Replaying the scene, I know I foolish my hesitation is, the root of so many sexual problems--the denial of these very real, legitimate urges, casting them off as "animal", as though my hormones and unrequested huge hard-on were some how not also me. As though, because I did not actively decide to be turned on and lustful and selfish, that they are not me. And this is stupid. Imagine the reversal, Kallisti! Imagine being awoken by a lust crazed woman! Imagine the arousal of watching her claw desperately at the shirt hiding her breasts, awkwardly and gracelessly rubbing her nipples across my shoulder for some contact: any contact. Imagine her wantonly pawing at my cock, internally begging me to wake up fully so that I can get her off. Imagine her, frustrated, tearing aside her panties to furiously and directly rub at her clit, her tongue poking out the side of her lips in a screwed-up immature face of determination. Imagine her grunting and almost whining as she races to her sole goal--orgasm, as though every aroused second is causing her pain. Imagine her quick thrashing as she is fulfilled and the amazement in afterglow at the total difference in her urgency once satisfied. I'd be wild with love and lust to awake next to such as primal, unkempt, and raw creature. This should be a point of pride for me, my unabashed needs.  |
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I agree with Spunky on this, very well written! Cheers, Skye   Blessed Be
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Thanks for all the comments! It's nice to know people's be reading!
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Wow!! Great post!   Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.----Dr. Seuss  
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