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I’m not sure if I’m allowed to post this sort of thing…but I’m going to share anyway.

I want to be exhausted by sex. I want to be worn out. To be used, over and over again until I cannot move, think or speak. I want to be taken in so many ways that my body can’t take anymore. I want to be tied up. I want to be gagged. I want to be blindfolded. I want to scream. I want to be stripped of my sanity, of my humanity. For just one night. I want to take as much as I can. I want to give as much as I am able to give. In 24 hours. I want to spend almost 24 hours in bed, not sleeping. I do not want to talk unless it is whispers, or wants, or sighing, or begging, or making all those sounds that two people having sex make. I want to use food, such as syrup and whipped cream, and jello, and jam, and anything slightly liquidy. I want to use toys. Or the non-dangerous half of a razor. I want to be cut. I want to be hurt. I want to be so raw by the end of 24 hours that I can’t have sex again for more than a week. I want to kiss until my lips are swollen. And I want to kiss every inch that I can get to. I want to use my tongue in ways you wouldn’t believe. I want to use anything at my disposal, as long as it’s clean. I want to touch someone with gloved hands (not surgical gloves, but soft, chenille maybe, gloves). I want to have wax poured on my breasts and then ripped away. I want to use food in ways you can’t imagine. A zucchini. I want to be able to put as many fingers inside (her, whoever it may be) as I can, as she can take. I want to devour her, and leave her exhausted. I want to leave her after she has taken more from me than she ever imagined she could. I want to stretch my body in ways I didn’t think it could. I want to use every surface I can think of. I want to orgasm, or come close to it, more than 100 times. In 24 hours. I want to trail a feather along her body, and see her shiver. I want to hear her scream my name because she can’t handle what’s happening to her body, with my tongue. I want. I want. I want everything. And I want to remember it by not being able to sit down the next day. I want to shiver, and moan and cry. Because no matter how kinky it could get, it’s still beautiful. I want to caress. I want to massage. I want to have every entrance to my body be explored, until I come. I want to be liberal. And odd. And happy. I want to express how much I love someone through my actions. I want to use water, dripping it onto her clit until she begs for more, for any contact, for release. I want straddle her and ride until we’re both satisfied and dripping in sweat. I want to experience 69, again. Over and over until both our clit’s are so used that they hurt. I want make love. Worshiping every inch. And telling her I love her, so that she understands all I want, I want out of love. I want whips. And chains. And costumes. And music, so much music. I want to feel like liquid gold, and to make her feel like it too. I want to wash her body from head to toe in warm water, using the wash cloth to excite her. I want to use a razor on her, not to cut, but to shave the most delicate area, and then wash it all away and use the end of the razor and my tongue to make her come. I want to rub blankets all over her until she’s so hot that she can’t breathe, and then I’ll cool her down with ice. I want ice inside me, over my clit, and over my nipples so that everything is a contrast of hot and cold. I want candles gutting themselves out all over the room. I want to be slapped, not my face, but my breasts, and my clit, and my ass. I want to be able to take her to places where her eyes have to stayed closed because the room is suddenly too bright. I want to use a wine bottle, the top of it, and the wine in it. I want to get drunk and fuck her brains out and be fucked. I want to get drunk on the way she tastes. I want to comb ,a clean brush, a small one, over every inch of her just to see how it makes her feel. I want to rub her clit with one finger, and only one, and not give in until she’s screaming. I want to suck her nipples until she comes, without even touching her clit or being inside her. And after all this is done, I want it all done to me. And even after that, after I’m out of ideas, I want more.

I just want one woman who loves me enough to let me show it in every way that I’ve ever wanted to. I want one woman who loves me enough to be able to wear me out, to not get grossed out by the things that may or may not excite me. I want to be in love in every sense of the word, and not in censorship. I don’t want her to hold back, anything, from me, especially anything that she wants and I don’t want to hold back things that are inside me. I hope that the relationship I am in now might progress to some of these things. She is unique and beautiful, but also innocent. She is the first time I have loved someone so virgin, so innocent, so unaware of anything sexual and I do not want to frighten her. I love her, in ways that I did not understand before, and I will not ask these things of her, but I hope. If this cannot be with her than I will search for someone with which they can be. Though not at the expense of losing her. I can be fufilled without most of these passions.

-laguz_godin