||[Jan. 31st, 2009|03:49 pm]
'm not talking about the messing with your head until you actually feel as though you're losing your mind kinda head fuck, although God -and O of course- knows that I could probably assist in writing the book on the topic. No, instead I am talking about that carnal activity, sex that moves beyond the mechanical ins and outs and takes you to that astral plane when minds and bodies collide.|
It doesn't happen every time of course, if it did we would grow desensitized to it, and that of course would never do. To become immune to the pleasures of the true head fuck would be endlessly sad. I don't even think it's necessary to have an emotional connection to the person you're with, although it does of course help..... It all boils down to chemistry, and you and I have that.
Of course an intimate knowledge of each other helps, not just of sexual quirks and needs but of so much more, this isn't always the case, but in my experience, sex with anyone who doesn't know who I am (and I'm not talking name here) is always lackluster, of course I can cum, that is after all in part a physical reaction to friction, but it doesn't set my skin and my soul on fire.
You have always done both, from that very first kiss, the kiss was as inevitable as all that has followed was. But it's inevitability takes nothing away from the effect it had on me, remember in school? The little science experiments, tiny amounts of potassium in water..... That's what our first kiss did to my insides, they became at once molten, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my fingers on the front of your jeans found that you felt the same.
It's strange, the emphasis placed on a first kiss, the way in some ways it controls the destiny of what else develops between you, because there is truly nothing worse that wanting a man so badly you can't think straight only to discover he cannot kiss, it ceases all desire, because after all if he can't kiss why would he be any good at anything else? So I guess I was relieved that first kiss was so amazing.
That one kiss lead to a dozen more, which lead to hastily arranged plans to see each other again, soon, and yet each day felt like a week, each week a month. Until finally the day arrived, and seven years of flirting, of trying to fight the inevitable, of knowing each other so deeply turned into the biggest head fuck of all time.
Want is a powerful emotion, it creates pleasure and pain in equal quantities, and of such intensity that both can make you lose all sense of self. We fucked for hours, with the intensity of lovers convinced the world is reaching it's apocalypse, and it was more than just sex, more than just the mechanics of an act, because in fucking ourselves into oblivion, somehow we found each other, not as friends, or lovers, but something more.
The true head fuck, the one where the person you're with gets into your head like the lyrics to a favourite song.... it causes more than a physical reaction, it makes each orgasm more intense, it makes each movement radiate through every nerve ending in your body. It's rare, and wonderful and something to treasure..... It's what I have with you........