Fucks: You Senseless (Numb).
This . will . be . fragmented . yet . clear . as . day.
Sexual wrath: Have you ever been fucked into submission?
Maybe I just want to … break you. Call it sexual abuse … of a different type. So that every time I say … I’m coming over, or I want to see you … your lips quiver. Yes, both sets. Where you want to say no but your body refuses to let you utter those words. You want to say okay, but the last encounter was so draining, that you still don’t have the strength to … so you simply say … uhmhmm. Where your thighs begin to shake as you wait in anticipation. Where your clit pulsates, like it has it’s own heartbeat. Where foreplay isn’t needed, because within that time you were aroused enough … and although all you want is penetration, I give it to you anyway. Where breathing becomes so erratic, skipping breaths become normal.
Sexual gluttony: Have you ever been fucked till you couldn’t feel your toes?
The other day I was having a conversation with my friend Talia, about this subject (sorry Talia). She asked me why would I fuck that hard, and I told her it wasn’t a statement of hard or soft. It was then that it dawned on me, that many women are deprived. I mean, don’t get me wrong … I knew women complain about their men and their lack of true sexual satisfaction … but damn, I guess this put it into perspective once again.
I find it sad that many women believe the term fucked senseless, is a metaphor. I say many women, cause this was proven to me in the days that followed. Well, I am here to state clearly to all, it’s quite literal. When a person is too cold, their body naturally sacrifices the appendages in order to keep the torso and head warm. This is why one’s hands and feet get cold fastest as circulation becomes poor. In any extreme life or death situation like that, the body reacts exactly the same.
When a woman cums too much, she stops feeling her legs. Her entire body begins tingling and it eventually overwhelms her. At this point, the only thing she can feel is … pleasure … be it from the feeling of kiss, or the strokes / strides as one slides in an out (or a dildo / vibrator for that matter). The pleasure is focused to her torso, and head. The body is sacrificing the appendages. Yes, too much pleasure can kill you (too much of anything is a bad thing). Just the same … after a man cums 3-6 times it starts hurting (it’s like trying to spit when your throat is dry). Pain is always a sign.
Sexual pride: Is there anything wrong with being proud of pleasing?
I will revel in the fact that you lose sleep when I haven’t fucked you into a coma. That you want to wear me like a second skin all day long … till it hurts so good. That every time you hear the word sex, you immediately take a trip to … reminisce about … our last encounter … and begin to sweat (your forehead, and your walls). Yes, I know sex is mentioned often … after all, our society thrives on it … but I don’t mean it any less. I want you to get mad at me, when I won’t fuck you. However, like a crack fiend you won’t wait idly by … upset … your addiction will give you the strength to take what is yours. Fuck it if I agree or not. Greed? Interesting.
Sexual gluttony (pt. 2): Have you ever been fucked to the point that your speech slurs?
Luckily, we are all built with a threshold of what we can endure. Women and their ability to birth children prove that they have more endurance than men. This is why they can go much longer than a man who’s exhausted and in pain from sex. Granted, depending on the size of a man … she may feel pain before him as her secretions dry up (so other variables also come into play). Sadly, most women dry up long before they are fucked senseless. Maybe this is due to size, level of excitement, or being clearly spent.
I am speaking from experience, which ironically leads me back to Talia’s question (or a modification of it) … why would anyone want to do that? It’s simple, it’s an involuntary action. Just like being stuck in the cold, where your feet go numb. Yes, you’d like to be warm … doesn’t mean you can. Yes, you’d like to stop but your body isn’t letting you. It’s like having one of those feelings during sex, where you feel like you’re gonna die, and are thinking that you should stop, but can’t seem to do so. You might even utter the words please stop but in no way are you stopping yourself (you might still be controlling his/her strides as you say that).
Like I said, you’d like to be warm … doesn’t mean you can. Sometimes one’s body moves without conscious effort. I keep using the term fuck because I’m a strong believer in the concept that, two people in love, or two lovers … make love through everything they do. They make love when they speak to each other, when they touch, even when they fuck. Being fucked senseless truly is an amazing thing. Most of the time it’s something which can only be achieved by lovers. Where the two people completely submit to each other, and desire. Potent.
Sexual lust: Have you ever desired a person so much, that they plague your dreams?
I want to program into every cell of your being … our pleasure. So that even if I were to casually stand behind you … you’d automatically spread your legs, and lean back against me … subconsciously ready for penetration. Even in situations where it isn’t possible, where you clearly aren’t thinking about it. “No, we can’t fuck as we’re standing on this corner in Times Square waiting for the light to change to cross the street.” I don’t even want you to notice your habit. I’ll smile every time I see it happen, but don’t worry … I’ll ravage you when we get home. I won’t allow your mind to get weak. However, your heart … and body, are mine … best believe.
Sexual gluttony (pt. 3): Should two people fuck the shit out of each other?
Forget the question, sometimes you need to man up and fuck the shit out of someone. The problem is … too many people are being selfish in bed. They’re trying to please themselves. This of course is reflected mostly with men (who aren’t in love), and powerful women (or controlling ones). People are too afraid of vulnerability, and are unable to truly submit themselves to another. Maybe it’s because they’ve been burned in the past, maybe it’s cause they lived vicariously through another’s story.
Whatever happened to moments where people desire each other so much, that they are willing to traipse the edge of death in their pursuit? A crazy concept indeed, but beautiful nevertheless. Am I psychotic for even asking the question? Possibly, but that depends on you. True love has become a fable, dissolved in the wake of people’s inability to stand by each other. They are unwilling to submit. Fucked senseless? Yeah right, like you’d allow someone that much control. Maybe you would, I don’t know.
Although, I used the term such as true love such an action isn’t dependant on the person being a true love. Two strangers can become lovers in a single night. However, making love is always an action of submission. Even if the reason why you’re giving in is because you don’t give a fuck … aka “why the fuck should I hold back, this is a one night stand and I will get off.” Such thoughts are still a submission. However, even in those situations one puts limits on themselves. Can one truly give in? Sometimes it’s good to do insane things, it helps keep one’s sanity (through diversity, and contrast).
Marinate.
Then fuck someone senseless.
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Women moan differently when they’re in love.
I’m fighting it, but I wear sex … like you breathe air.
So understand that the battle isn’t easy.
Gone.
- Prasand J.
Prasand J.
on July 20th, 2005
(in reply to someone who’s comment was lost in time).
I’m not that in touch with my sexuality per se … or rather not directly. I am very in tune with my sensuality, which is often confused with sexuality … because very sensual people are perceived as sexual people (but just because someone is sexual doesn’t mean they are sensual). For example …
A sensual woman, her sensuality can be seen in the sway of her hips … it’s reflected in her movements and gestures … often times smooth … she is moved by her environment, and also moves it as she cuts through it. She invokes emotions in those who view her, because they also react to her sensually (of or pertaining to the senses). This often causes arousal, and thus she’s perceived as sexy. If she’s addicted to her sense of touch, she’ll be extremely affectionate … and thus her touch will be unbelievably passionate. If she’s addicted to taste, then her kiss will be potent. If it is sight, her vision and eyes will be submersive.
Etc, etc, etc … all that good shit (I could talk about it for days).
Me being in tune with my sexuality, is just par for the course.
@ the cumming three times. I wonder if that was literally. I mean, cause I saw your sexual frustration bulletin that you posted. Curious … is your sexual frustration the result of a lack of sex, or a reflection of nymphomania?
Thank you for taking the time to read it, and write to me, and comment … you were the first to do so, and I appreciate it greatly. Doumo arrigato gozaimasu.
Later.
- Prasand
Kristen Cerniglia
on July 25th, 2005
i was always unsatisfied with sex until i met my boyfriend. i had never had an orgasm or really enjoyed sex at all until i met him. we have the most amazing sex life and i know that sex isn’t everything but it’s pretty damn important. he’s totally unselfish in bed and makes me cum at least 5 or 6 times before he gets off himself. in turn i try to shower him with other fun bedroom activities (that i’ll keep to myself ) my boyfriend and i truly are lovers in every sense of the word…in the bedroom and in everything else that we do. we definitely fuck each other senseless and i can’t get enough! lol
Liza
on August 2nd, 2005
very well written…
here’s my own condensed version of what good loving can do when it’s done right:
“DIZZY”
Ecstatic flows of emotion, drunk on his flavorful love potion. No stranger to the notion of the dizzying waves in this ocean. It’s like syrup licked from lips whose trick is to make your heart stick, my head is thick… swimming in a sea of eventuality, all the while he’s perplexing me, arresting me.. undressing me unabashedly. Shamelessly he confuses me.. I’m so dizzy.
Feeling for the shore, I forgot what I’m looking for, he’s taking me to greater heights & elevations, states of ethereal contemplation. Fighting to grasp reality, he fills the very core of me.. the heat searing, I’m swearing, how the hell can he do this to me… I’m so dizzy.
My head’s still spinning, joyful sinning, how do you lose a battle when it feels like winning? Winding his hand along my blossom, I hit rock bottom. Can’t deny the more he gives the more I want him.
He’s still fondling my soul with his tender touch, and I can’t get enough, and I’m screaming inside, and he’s making me weak.. and I’m dying a thousand deaths.. and I still can’t speak.
A thousand deaths by a thousand swords, steamy sonnets and breathless words.. earth quakes and symmetry.. blind by the eruption of corruption he introduced to me.. laying helpless.. the boy made love to me.. and I’m so dizzy.
Floyd Raphael
on January 22nd, 2006
Interesting read. Being that I am still a virgin, I cannot relate to many of the issues u bring up, but I will comment on the part about being vulnerable. At one time, I was openly willing to give in and submit to love when I had my eye on a particular female. But since all of my pursuits turned out fruitless, I no longer have that desire to allow someone to have that kind of control over me. It has gotten to the point where I become agitated when I DO slip and allow myself to become vulnerable to someone else. I’ve found myself to be much happier when I kno I have full control over my actions, and am not doing things for the purpose of pleasing someone else
Jennifer Charneco
on March 1st, 2006
I have never in life experienced any of this so I honestly am speechless. I mean I’ve had satisfying sex but not one stands out the most so I guess you can say it was all mediocre. I have always wanted that “movie sex” sorta speak as an example .. but every man that I have ever been with always says shit like that doesn’t really happen. To them it’s “gay” which is a term any man uses for anything that has to do with them coming out of their “masculinity”. But then again how is pleasure stepping out of masculinity .. if anything to make a woman go crazy to a point where she literally cannot move should give them a surge of empowerment .. I don’t get it.
Annette Polanco
on April 18th, 2006
Why did I reopen ur blog at 8:23 am and Im still stuck in everything? Why have I read all of this over and over, yet it still draws me in? U need to jus come visit me and talk to me ecstasy. *sigh*
Jenny
on August 13th, 2006
funny.
Killak
on August 4th, 2007
I Like This One Pras….Very Interesting Made Me Think For A While
But As You Kno..I Cant Relate To It Cuz Ima Virgin. Havent Been In Love Before
Because I Didnt Allow Myself 2 Go There…Being Vulnerable I Dunno…I Think Of It As Being Taken Advantage Of..
Prasand J.
on October 22nd, 2007
Yes, I know very well your nymphomania, lol. =P
Prasand J.
on October 22nd, 2007
Tis ashame I do not remember you, nor this reply. However, I truly did enjoy that. Thank you.
Prasand J.
on October 22nd, 2007
I remember the day you signed on from Paxed to reply. I truly appreciated it, that effort … the sharing, which is probably why I remember. =P
Prasand J.
on October 22nd, 2007
lol@gay … yeah.
People definitely have a lot misconstrued.
Prasand J.
on October 22nd, 2007
It’s funny how much I’ve changed over the time that I’ve been in solitude … right about now I probably would not avoid or reject advances, and it’s not due to frustration … but rather … because my perspective on loving others has changed drastically.
*shrugs*
Prasand J.
on October 22nd, 2007
Smh @ your one word ass reply. I should mail you about this shit, lol.
Prasand J.
on October 22nd, 2007
Sadly many do. Though thank you.
Hrm, I realize I don’t really say thank you to my real-life friends. Though I know why. I don’t believe one should thank someone for doing their job. As a friend I feel it’s my responsibility to be there for those I care about … in their times of need. As well as pay attention to them. Whereas, everyone else doesn’t have that responsibility. So I thank them. However, that doesn’t me0an I don’t appreciate the actions of those I care about. I just don’t say thank you, I prove it. *shrugs*
Ms. Kanyon
on September 26th, 2008
‘Have you ever desired a person so much, that they plague your dreams?’
Yes.
i called him my sticky sundays. sticky because he reminded me of my summer time popsicles. how they would melt on my hands and by the end of the day collect dirt from everything i touched.
and sunday because i loved sunday mornings as a kid. the smell of my moms cooking and the warm sunlight across my bed sheets.
he has plagued my thoughts. but i think today he plagues no longer. i had a conversation with him and he sounded like … like no longer there. almost faint. tired. loused. i don’t know anymore.