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Guest Blog: _____________ By: Eric Blair

Guest Blog: _____________ By: Eric Blair

         Good day, Cool World how is everybody today? This week’s topic is about one of my greatest addictions/faults. It’s nothing big like drugs, gambling, or me being a bipolar murderer; it’s about my raging lust. Before we go any further if you’re a family member, close friend, or someone that looks at with an innocent demeanor close this window now! I heard the first step is to admit your faults or problems lust is one of my problems that has gotten me in trouble a few times, BUT has also let me expose another side of me. So, do I feel like reflecting on my fault this week? Let me think…Hmmmm…I’ll pass. I will share with you guys the side of me that’s beautiful, my “raging lust” side.

         

       Alright, some of you guys are still here, solid. I am not going to get too explicit, that’s not gentlemen like at all. I am going to share how sex could be a masterpiece. I am not boasting about my sexual skills, that’s for she and I to know. I am talking about the bond, the intense passion between two human beings and what I like to call “before the storm” moment.” “Before the storm” is that precious moment before sex between a beautiful lady and me. It starts with something as insignificant as a stare. A stare turns into a magnet that brings two lovers together.  A touch with hands or lips and at that moment everything is voided out around me. The only thing that matters is her presence, something I am so thankful for. I don’t care about anything that happened before that moment, I just care about touching her lightly. Graze my fingertips down her spine with each whisper she utters to me, her words are like harps in a symphony. All I can think about is this rage that’s inside of me. This is something more than just being aroused by the opposite sex; this is something that is reserved for a lover. This rage crawls to my subconscious, scratching and screaming to get out. This rage is slowly released to my out being. As the affection continues I can hear the thundering of lust wanting to get out. Once released it’s like I am blind, or I blackout in an abyss of desire. It’s just her and I in this lovely dark room. During the act of intercourse I am beyond the moments of arousal. All I can see, feel, and hear is her; her seductive stares, her soft skin, and her lustful whispers. Her whispers sound like the slow violet strings in a symphony. I am beyond the idiotic term called “fucking.” I am lost in this woman’s passion for me. It’s like a bomb dropping with an orchestra playing as the bright lights and warmth from the explosion hit my face. Nothing is important during these passionate moments. My mind goes __________ during the act of passion. Kissing, biting, touching, scratching, and just giving each other all of ourselves. I feel so vulnerable, victorious, strong, sublime, and in my true animalistic form all these feeling through the duration of the act. Feeling her touches, kisses, warmth, and seeing her erotic stares; at that moment I am a nimrod for lust. I’m giving her all of me, my pride, my disappointments, my triumphs, my fears, my defeats, my happiness, my beautiful insanity, my arrogance, my strength, my loves, my hatreds, my lust for destruction, my exasperation, my madness, my excitement, and my raging lust for her. All this transpires in theses several minutes as we share our bodies with one another. Finally, a thunderous outward cry is let out from both parties and then the storm subsides; like strikes of lightning in the sky with low roars of thunder in the background. Two human beings, she and I lie together in ecstasy. At that moment the rage is satisfied.

            This is something I’ve only experience with women I love or loved at one point. This is one of the only times I am proud of my “raging lust.” Honestly, it’s beautiful when you can feel this way with someone you really love. It’s a masterpiece when you can share your body, mind, and soul with someone that wants to share their self with you. If you ever achieve this level of ecstasy never let it go, because when it’s gone you’re just stuck in a abyss of fucking, waiting on the next woman or man to fill that void or give you that fix for something you once had. All it will ever be is an illusion, a phantasm of what was. Mind over matter, sex is great but having mental sex with the person first before you proceed with actual sex is greater. Lust is just lust, but passionate, loving lust is sublime, a masterpiece to the soul.

Hope you’ve enjoyed and I didn’t gross/freak you all out.

Thank you for reading.

Peace.

About Mr. Blair

Eric Blair was born in August of 1984 in Philadelphia, PA, and raised in the North Philly section of the city. He has always enjoyed stories, schemes, and the complexities of plots. At a young age he discovered that he could create narratives full of adventures, creativity, and intrigue. It was this realization that caused him to fall in love with the art of storytelling. At age of twenty-one Eric began writing comic books. His first professional book “Hip-Hop Chronicles” was written for Space Dawg Entertainment in 2004. Eric’s writing style ranges from descriptive to expository writing, where the writing serves to explain and inform the audience. He uses thoroughly developed characters, clever situations, and witty conversation style and tone to keep readers engaged. Eric is inspired by authors who can evoke an emotional response from the reader, as well as authors who can blend elements of fact with fiction to construct a great piece. Eric is currently working on a series of comic books that are soon to be published, his recent writings have been guest featured on several online blogs. He works on perfecting his craft by consistently updating his work, editing pieces, reviewing the latest relevant material, and surrounding his self with like minded, creative, intelligent people.
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4 comments

  1. January 24th, 2011 15:12

    you have a great blog here! would you like to make some invite posts on my blog?

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  2. January 4th, 2011 21:48

    Nice to read that. Thanks.

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  3. January 4th, 2011 21:28

    Nice to read that. Thanks.

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  4. Shyaine
    January 4th, 2011 17:09

    Pretty grahpic there huh? Lol. I just find it a bit hard to believe that with all your man-hormones raging through you that you can focus on all that during a lustful moment. Hell, me and the man I love had a quickie recently and not once did we stare into each others’ eyes, experience explosions of bright lights or fall into an abyss of deep passion and desire (haha). We just effed. Plain old-fashioned effing. We had all the makings for the moment — want mixed with need, desire, space and opportunity, so we went for it. Not to take away from your testimony or anything but I think sometimes, more often than not, that lust is simply lust, that almost animal desire to release that energy with someone. No fireworks, no passion, no pretenses. Just plain old lust w/o all the extra toppings. Is that not the beauty of it, its simplicity?? Great job of painting that mental picture though, major kudos on that one. Got me a bit riled up over here ; ).

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