Biting a Man
Ξ April 18th, 2008 | → | ∇ Friends, Gay, General, Kink |
I had a sex dream last night. Normally that would have been quite enjoyable. For some odd reason though, this dream featured my ex in a leading role. Very disturbing. I haven’t fucked a woman in about 7 years, and it’s rare for me to want to. The dream made me uncomfortable.
It doesn’t help that I’ve been rather absurdly horny for the last couple of days. Yesterday all I could think about was sex. Sex and violence. I wanted all day to grab some cute guy by his hair and bite down on his neck or shoulder, and scratch his back or chest. There is that smell of sweat that men have and women don’t. Women smell of the deep forest when they get heated. They smell of nature, of the earth. Men smell of heat. They taste like pain and a violent thunderstorm. The heat of a man is like nothing else in this world.
The pain is part of it. When a man is hurting he radiates heat and energy and scent. His skin starts to glow and sweat seeps from every pore. His eyes get glassy. If you hurt him enough he begins to make noises that people don’t normally make. Enough that his body shudders and squirms with energy that needs to be released. You can feel it boiling off his skin, puddling like sex on the floor at your feet. The smell of it can blind you to anything else, and there is nothing in your world but that heat.
I did mention that I’m horny right?
Going to dinner with John tonight, gonna meet all his on-campus friends. The ones that think Ceann Uide and his North-Side friends are some mysterious illusion, possibly dangerous. I don’t know that I’ll break them of their thoughts of danger, but they’ll figure out that I’m not illusion that’s for sure. I’m about ready for a nap already. I haven’t even gotten to work yet, and I’m ready to sleep. I am considering breakfast.
