Something is happening.
Perhaps it's the sun's journey through the dark, swirling waters of Scorpio. Perhaps it's the fact that I'm not slammed with morning to midnight obligations in my schedule. Perhaps it's because I've been in mourning long enough for the end of my relationship with Montenegro. Whatever the reason, my sexual flame has stopped smoldering and caught fire.
There is a feral, electric charge between my legs that is pretty delicious if truth be told. I've felt more erotically alive and aware than I have in months and months and months.
Now don't let that fool you. I haven't become an overnight horn dog, poking my cock in any available hole. In fact, I've been surprisingly restrained.
You see, instead of reacting blindly to this sudden resurgence in sex drive, I'm seriously contemplating what I want my sex/romantic life to be. And, once again, I find myself moving into uncharted territory.
I'm definitely gun-shy enough to be very wary of anything remotely "marriage-like." However, at the same time, I don't want to get on some endless rollercoaster of casual sex encounters. I've been there before, and I know it will turn into another self-destructive experiment in excess.
I cannot say definitively that I'm cut out for monogamy. I can, however, say that I have lots of love and affection to give, and I value intimacy, tenderness, trust, and loyalty.
Of course, all this speculation is ultimately bad business for someone like me. It gets me into my head and out of today.
The simple truth is eroticism is a lovely bonus of life, and I'm pleased to say I'm paying attention and enjoying it!
Passion, beauty, and love, folks--24 hours a day...
image: Steve Jerome
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2 comments:
good luck on your quest! I'm on one of my own at the moment.
Find a fuck buddy - someone who inflames your passion, someone whose clothes you want to rip off and then throw him down on the bed and ravage him. Stock up on chocolate syrup, whipped cream, honey and maraschino cherries so you can hone your oral skills on him. Hell, do some online shopping at Mr. S Leather, FortTroff.com or Mindfetish.com if your naughty Inner Piggy yearns to come out and play.
Don't worry about or even think of marriage. You're not a lesbian who moves in with 'the love of your life' on the first or second date. This is about pure lust. It's a physical and emotional release; a way to unclog your pipes - nothing more.
Whether you're a top or a bottom, sex will be much better when you're sober than it ever was when impaired. And you get the added benefit of that freshly fucked glow in your complexion that a hungover drunk never gets!!
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