Like other elements of life, I’ve always sat with myself and questioned whether the whimsical and meaningless concepts of pleasures depicted on screen were the finality? And each time this question surfaced, my mind, it’s imagination and an urge to express my sexuality stood defiantly against set notions. While I am sure of my heterosexuality, I find nothing to be ordinary of my notion of pleasure.
Somehow, pleasure for me atleast, starts long before a layer of clothing is shed or a hand is held or infact a kiss is placed. For me it is deep rooted in imagination. The only way I can explain how it feels is like sinking in an ocean but you do not choke, instead under the deep blue lies a blank canvas that my mind aches to paint with a woman and the sheer amount of unfiltered pleasure that runs in the distance between me and her. She could be hung from the ocean surface miles away from me and I’d be able to feel the wine in her veins and how its fermenting in mine as if attraction was never a consequence, instead a start or perhaps a catalyst to greater experiences.
See, the thing is, in that ocean you could hang with her French music, Cuban cigars and my cologne, and then when the stage is set in my mind, the endeavor becomes rather simple. It becomes rather simple because I am unapologetic in the way I feel intrigue and the fire for the girl. It’s almost as if the blank canvas of the ocean is now in her and every bursh stroke, I will dictate. Yes, I do consider myself dominant but more than that I consider myself relentless in that pursuit. If I want her, she will know and never just through words or actions. She’ll know by the way I look at her as I traverse the distance between us. Once I am close enough though, the ash from the Cuban cigar will settle on the curvature of her abdomen, my lips will hold hers captive and that tie I spoke off, remember? That will hold wrists in place. Because when I drag the next puff from the cigar the stoic thrust that follows will be unequivocally be meant to bend her back enough for me to enjoy.
But again, it’s never as simple as that is it? I like changing the oceans, the mood, the kink, the fire, wine and fabric alike. Nothing is ever the same in any given moment and it’s somewhere in that Insanity of pleasure that I like rambling in.
Thankyou for reading through this long body of confusing text. More than anything this was meant as body of text for me and an invite for you to have a insight.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vp1fg0/21m_an_exploration_of_relentlessly_imaginative