twysted73
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Where do I begin?
WHy is it that the idea, thought, *shivers* potential or impending possability of agressive sex or intimate encounter (even as an erotic form of courting) such a turn on?
Why do some of us feel that to have your partner agress for sex, prowl the home seeking you out, stalk and eventually pounce on you is soooooo appealing?
Biting, scratching, throwing of bodies, fighting for a sexual dominance or fighting to entice the application of one.
Why so alluring? Why so captivating? Primal, I know. Tapping into the ID, I know. Reaching back past thousands of years of cultural evolution, I know.
But still....so..damn....important to me.
I was in a bar/water-front resturaunt enjoying a Crown & Coke with my father, talking about random thoughts. ( I do this more frequently knowing his time is somewhat limited as his brain's functionality now has a count down timer).
And I idly looked around during a pause in conversation and noted several older couples sitting next to one another, side by side but looking no different then two strangers at any random event.
And I thought to myself...NO! Not me. I refuse to let THAT happen.
I wondered, "Where's the fire? Where's the excitement? Where is that spark that makes them walk our of a theatre showing of the movie "300" inspired by an erotic love scene to venture home and tear into one another?"
More and more I come to the admission and willing (eager?) acceptance of my more animalistic traits and perceptions.
And in no other arena is this more prevelant than in my sex.
Biting, scratching, unintentional growls deep in my throat when "she" hits a button in me that taps into that primal energy and instinct. The instant attraction to scent, pheramone, odor, taste, flavor, fluids excreted before, during, and after orgasm......all of it.
And how about the terms? Making Love, too romanticised a term to cover it all. "Fucking"? Too impersonal and the polar opposite version of making love. Same generalization, same mark missed.
Mating...now we're getting somewhere.
It combines an element of love making as well as fucking. But it attaches them to a trunk rather then on their own. That trunk being primal urge. WHAT IS it about being on the hunt, attacking your signifficant knowing they revel and delight in it?
It's cerebral, it's instinctual. It's...so human.
And it's absolutely a must for me. Was I beat as a child and then associated feelings of love and being cared for by the abuser into my adult life somehow?
No.
Yet here I am, instinctively viewing "love bites" in a very literal sense as very bonding and serious tranferances of non-verbal intent and thought.
What do you think of this? What lable would one apply to this personality trait?
Artist: She Wants Revenge
Album: She Wants Revenge
Title: Tear You Apart
Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight
And the whisper or handshake sending a sign
Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind
Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her
Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped
But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light
When she walked in, he throws up, believe its the fright
Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak
And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak
An escape is just a nod and a casual wave
Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days
It's only just a crush, it'll go away
It's just like all the others it'll go away
Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know
You pray it all away but it continues to grow
I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart
WHy is it that the idea, thought, *shivers* potential or impending possability of agressive sex or intimate encounter (even as an erotic form of courting) such a turn on?
Why do some of us feel that to have your partner agress for sex, prowl the home seeking you out, stalk and eventually pounce on you is soooooo appealing?
Biting, scratching, throwing of bodies, fighting for a sexual dominance or fighting to entice the application of one.
Why so alluring? Why so captivating? Primal, I know. Tapping into the ID, I know. Reaching back past thousands of years of cultural evolution, I know.
But still....so..damn....important to me.
I was in a bar/water-front resturaunt enjoying a Crown & Coke with my father, talking about random thoughts. ( I do this more frequently knowing his time is somewhat limited as his brain's functionality now has a count down timer).
And I idly looked around during a pause in conversation and noted several older couples sitting next to one another, side by side but looking no different then two strangers at any random event.
And I thought to myself...NO! Not me. I refuse to let THAT happen.
I wondered, "Where's the fire? Where's the excitement? Where is that spark that makes them walk our of a theatre showing of the movie "300" inspired by an erotic love scene to venture home and tear into one another?"
More and more I come to the admission and willing (eager?) acceptance of my more animalistic traits and perceptions.
And in no other arena is this more prevelant than in my sex.
Biting, scratching, unintentional growls deep in my throat when "she" hits a button in me that taps into that primal energy and instinct. The instant attraction to scent, pheramone, odor, taste, flavor, fluids excreted before, during, and after orgasm......all of it.
And how about the terms? Making Love, too romanticised a term to cover it all. "Fucking"? Too impersonal and the polar opposite version of making love. Same generalization, same mark missed.
Mating...now we're getting somewhere.
It combines an element of love making as well as fucking. But it attaches them to a trunk rather then on their own. That trunk being primal urge. WHAT IS it about being on the hunt, attacking your signifficant knowing they revel and delight in it?
It's cerebral, it's instinctual. It's...so human.
And it's absolutely a must for me. Was I beat as a child and then associated feelings of love and being cared for by the abuser into my adult life somehow?
No.
Yet here I am, instinctively viewing "love bites" in a very literal sense as very bonding and serious tranferances of non-verbal intent and thought.
What do you think of this? What lable would one apply to this personality trait?
Artist: She Wants Revenge
Album: She Wants Revenge
Title: Tear You Apart
Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight
And the whisper or handshake sending a sign
Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind
Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her
Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped
But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light
When she walked in, he throws up, believe its the fright
Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak
And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak
An escape is just a nod and a casual wave
Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days
It's only just a crush, it'll go away
It's just like all the others it'll go away
Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know
You pray it all away but it continues to grow
I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart
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