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.