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Devour
November 15, 2004
I’ve been writing around casual, wanton sex a lot recently, ruminating on its absence, thinking about being a horny hermit, all these things.
There’s a lot to be said against one time, furtive encounters, especially as I get more experience under my belt (heh heh) and casual sex gets blurred with the paid sex and I lose track of why I’d want to hook up with someone who may or not be awesome for no money.
But maybe I know why: I love the hunt, the pursuit.
And I love the flirt, the tease, the first kiss, the wandering hands, the exploration.
More than that, I love the heat. I love those moments of animal chemistry, the need to devour someone and feel their skin, their response to me.
I know, it’s not like I have this chemistry with lots of people, but – I crave it, the knot in my stomach, the fierce explosion of the raw newness of our bodies to each other.
But, it’s occurred to me that perhaps this feeling has gone the way of fantasy – you know, fantasy, that thing that I think about but don’t necessarily act out. This is sort of new territory for me, since usually my fantasies are short lived: I conceive of something I might like to do, and then I make it happen, because I’m industrious like that.
Posted by Dacia at November 15, 2004 09:12 AM
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