Sexual Resuscitation

A quick thought that could easily be written into a long entry. I was pondering the reappearance of my sex drive, and it’s coincided with reoccuring sexual thoughts. This may seem like overstating the obvious, but I think it’s curious to look at what those thoughts are of.

When I was growing up, I was under the impression that the simple image of a nude female would arouse me. When this failed to happen upon my first image of an exposed female breast, I felt there was something wrong with me.

My observation is that my thoughts are filled with contexts, themes far too numerous for me to enumerate at this time. Look at average porn. It is action. It is only action. Watching a penis go inside a female mouth is kind of plain, and almost UNarousing. A penis inside a vagina? In, out, in, out, boring. Hell, the action of my penis inside a female’s mouth isn’t all that arousing, either. ; )

My point is that the reason my masturbation has been so dormant is because I haven’t had anything to think about. I’ve said for a long time that I’m an emotional fucker. Same goes for masturbation. Titty-fucking doesn’t turn me on. Penis between breasts. *twirls finger* But if the girl is tied down spread eagle and the guy is going to ejaculate in her face because she’s a bad, bad girl, now that’s hot. (Insert similar theme of a girl riding my face while spanking my balls here.)

It’s like a reawakening. I’ve been so afraid to overkill those fantasies that turn me on, afraid I’d become so desensitized that nothing would turn me on. I don’t believe that’s necessarily the case. Fantasy is the spice of life, in moderation. And when it’s playtime, I should have all the spices available to use.