As we all have different experiences, my most erotic moment may differ greatly from what some others may find erotic – even seem quite tame to some on here. However I've found that eroticism is highly psychological, emotionally charged, and often borne of deep seated, underlying feelings. For me, it perfectly contrasted with a background I sought to combat, to dismantle, and to abandon. My life history created a long buildup to this, a step toward emancipation from certain emotional and sexual chains. Thus I've included some of this background here, lengthy as it may be. Much further down, the final sexual event begins after the line break.
I crave openness.
I crave freedom, pleasure, and the combination of the two.
I wasn't allowed to do anything growing up. Behind the bars of religious teachings I unfortunately believed, I sat and watched the rest of the world enjoy itself. Through my teenage years, I watched life happen from the outside. A party was happening? I wasn't allowed to go. The Super Bowl was on? I was supposed to be in church, again, even though I had already gone that morning. My girlfriend of nearly two years wanted sex? I wasn't allowed to say yes. I was wrong for even kissing her. My private fundamentalist Christian school required me to sign a contract that I wouldn't go to the movies or listen to music with a beat.