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So many people out there turn up their noses at the idea of anything other than straight keep-your-socks-on lie atop the wife like a fallen hammock every-Thursday-like clockwork sex. Is it narrow-mindedness, or are these the truly blessed, the sensible types who'll still be laughing when all us deviants are taking the Hot-Dog Express Humidifer to Hell?
Who knows? But I can tell you with hand over my heart that I don't wish to be those people for all the leaves in Zimbabwe. Well, not often anyway (and I'll get to this at the end). Mostly I enjoy meeting people, finding out from the ordinarily coy lips of the women and overzealous mouths of the men, what it is that gets their air balloon rising. Better yet, there's no denying the feeling, when the sweat is running and the naked bodies of strangers are rubbing against yours, when your cock is buried firmly in the perfect pink pussy of an unknown woman while your wife gorges herself on the proudly erect cock of an equally unknown man, that such deviance, if that's what it is, is nothing short of a continuing drive, a compulsion, a search for the forbidden fruit that exists in each and every one of us. And yes, even in the Fallen-Hammock People. The only difference is that some of us are not content with knowing of forbidden things, or admiring that fruit from afar. Some of us hunger for it in ways that would make Dionysius blush. We are creatures possessed of the singular need to fuck, no matter how prudish some may seem. Everyone wants it, and while some succeed in repressing and containing their urges to the point of celibacy, there are those of us, the natural opposites, who are not truly content unless we're breaking barriers, sampling life on the outside rim, gleefully taking other people's husbands or wives while they take ours with equal fervor. We watch each other fuck and it arouses us immensely because--in this dystopian locked bedroom society--it is a form of rebellion, a riff on the sullen overcast ways of our teens, taken to the nth degree.
The bedroom doors, we are told, should remain locked and the sanctity of marraige maintained. Explorations outside our 'natural' bonds are forbidden.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is why we find such pleasure in violating those rules. They are not, and have never been, OUR rules. We are at the mercy of biology and cravings that run all the way back to our ancestors.
But wouldn't it be nice to be safe, sensible, and restricted by our own values of what is right, wrong, acceptable, and unacceptable? Of course! Then perhaps we wouldn't be overwhelmed by such magnificent urges, wouldn't feel the need to undress another man's wife while he watches, or suck another man's dick while his wife laps at his wife's pussy. Wouldn't it be great to just be able to settle for straight sex with the woman who loves you? How much easier life would be.
We live our lives, and we live to fuck. Its a symbiosis that has kept many a man and woman from divorce, insanity...
And terminal boredom.
And I am never bored. Are you?