...so! I was feelin really horny last night and my mind began to wander. Not that its anything new, my mind is constantly wandering...wondering? Yeah, both. I switch topics mid-convo quite regularly and eventually, if at all, I get back to whatever it is I started with. Damn, I think I'm doing it now.
Oh, right, so, I was feelin in the mood and started to think about what horny is to everyone else in the world. It's hard to get a conversation going on the topic because people get all red-faced and silent. Why though?? I mean, every animal is guaranteed to do three things in life; We're born, we fuck and we die. Funny how 2 of those 3 guarantees are "touchy" subjects. Don't talk about death, someone might have lost someone. No shit. Don't talk about sex, that's private. Not really. The fact is, those are two of the most interesting things in the world to me.
Back to my thought, I was paying real close attention to what being aroused actually is to me, but then I began to question if it was the same for everyone. I mean, I know to some extent. Male or female, the blood rushes to our genitalia; hard cock, throbbing clit. Okay. But how does it feel to you? What mental effects arise in different people? For me, I get specific imagery flashing in my head. Typically the same style of images. From the moment I'm aware of my arousal, I see these images and, soon after, I swear I can feel what I'm seeing, which in effect gets me more and more turned on by the minute until i feel like the next standard transmission that drives by is going to get attacked. Gotta love the mind for that.
Well, if our mind can recreate sound vibrations then surely our bodies can recreate our sense of touch right? Hands free masturbation. Nice.
I guess I wonder about individual mental and physical horny-ness (is that a word?) I figure, when turned on, some people might become very aware of their nipples, some their clits/dicks, bellybuttons, ears, thighs...we all have our own "spots." I dunno though, most of its speculation because its not really water-cooler talk. I really wish it was though. People are just too damn scared to speak on the topic.
When I get people to open up about sex, they typically skate around specifics. I find that often people think something they are into might be deemed weird, but if everyone talked about it, they would know its perfectly normal.
I know a lot of people that have participated in bestiality, tons of girls that are best friends with their shower-heads, video game controllers, certain cell phone apps, friends who love to be beaten, choked, raped (simulated,) belittled, some that enjoy being the dom...recently i made a friend who's boyfriend enjoys inviting randoms from online over to fuck her. I know so many things that people do and I really don't look at any of it as strange because I think pretty much everyone has done something "strange" or at least fantasizes about it.
Say someone decides to open up about sex. We'll call this person Joe. So Joe decides to tell his friends he loves it when his girlfriend sticks her finger in his ass during a blow job. Suddenly Joes friend...Bob...says "OMG dude! You're totally gay!" Now Joe feels stupid and thats probably the last time he lets anything out. Meanwhile Bob goes home that night and fucks a pocket pussy. I swear people do that shit. Judge a friend for gettin his nut off in his own way, then go home and do their own weird little sex rituals. I don't get it. People get their nut off in millions of ways. To each his own (obviously to each his own with consent if other people are involved.)
I swear tho, some people act like being okay with what other people are into means they like it too. It should be seen just like this: You like mustard? Oh, not me, I like ketchup. Oh, okay, cool.
Alas, it is not....whack sauce.
09 November 2010
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