My female body wanted to be touched by a male body

I’ve got some another interesting topic, a thought that came to my mind this morning when I had a night dream of some kind of erotic orgy, consisting of all my experiences, fears and desires.

Well, of course, when your body wants sex, your brain draws it)

Do I have increased libido?  And the question I like more: do I actually want to fuck so often and that much? The answers are yes and yes.

Well, I mean , stories where a wife does not give her husband sex and by that is extorting him, make my mouth fall open, like in the movie Mask, and I wonder, doesn’t she need sex herself?) Because in my relationship it was the other way around , and of course, why do I choose such partners is another question)

And I remember chatting with a friend, when he told me that he had the same thing with his girlfriend but his bonus was that he had open relationship, so they came to an agreement.  I mean , that must be very convenient,  but if that was me - sorry, no going out with any other one, I'm also an animal, I want to fuck)

And of course, the symbiosis of two people is a whole universe, and it's impossible to say why some people don’t fuck each other, simply explaining it with increased or decreased libido, everything is super individual!))

And no, I'm not a nymphomaniac but I love a lot of sex, that’s why I love dancing, erotic photography, this is a passion inside me, these are some dominant qualities, I mean, if I am overwhelmed with feelings, I want to bite, eat a person.  Well, I mean, waiting at a party for someone to come up to me, and giggling, standing with some other girls is not about me at all, I immediately enter the room, scan people and see the victim that I want to eat, well  I mean, fuck.  And usually it is a very smart and interesting person) For me, the object of desire is the combination of the past and the present, his/her inner devil, that is the most interesting because everyone has his or her own.  And I get it all intuitively with a quick glance at facial expressions and smile of my sexual victim)

In fact, I am a very interesting human animal because even though I am filled with a desire of  sex and my art is very controversial and always on the edge, I am some kind of family nymph and terribly devoted, I do not cheat.  As soon as I start to love a man, he disappears.  The feeling of devotion and respect for my love is the most important for me, because of what, by the way, I suffer very much later, but I cannot change myself.

I sometimes think that I would be a perfect wife))) Like a personal devil at home) Just kidding, I’m not the domestic type)

Another very important point is about the connection between increased libido and erotic art I’m speaking about. It’s only based on my personal experience. I don't know about the rest of the girls who are engaged in erotic art, I’ll make another article for that after I talk with them on that topic, because sometimes I see that a woman is an erotic artist and she is moved by her inner passion, and with other girls all  I see is  a simple mechanical work, like “well, it brings money” or “it goes on just as it started”.

And now it has generally become fashionable, but it’s just my theory.

I can assume that in the future, at birth, it will be possible to define the sex fate) Like a person was just born and scientists have already counted his or her possible number of partners.  As in Pelevin’s last work, where Manya was born from the sperm of a character who died long ago, but was living online.  Actually , it’s my first work by Pelevin, because he is a deep contemporary and he writes in the present, which is why his fantasies about the future match so strongly with mine and how he exquisitely ridicules the desire of women for freedom, which I’ll continue to write about below, is also fantastic. Well, sending him my love.

Quite recently, I had an interesting dialogue after which I felt enlightened.

A guy shared with me his youth time story about his boyhood when he had that very period of puberty and he wanted everyone and didn’t care much of who exactly. The main thing was just to have sex.

The story is about how they gathered once and then some girls came, boys each picked one and went fucking.  At the end of the story, the girls were called second-rate, you know, it  must have an endless variation of callings, everything is simple, nothing new.

The only new thing was my feeling for all that.  Damn it, why why why why?!

I mean, a male homo sapiens can have puberty and a terrible desire, but a homo sapiens woman cannot (

I remember this period when, you know, you are ripening and you’re going crazy when you have a craving for a male body!

My female body wanted to be touched by a male body, the smell of guys was so attractive...

It happens, everyone starts to want to touch each other, sniff and lick, but it is the woman's burden to be shamed by it. I remember how I was bursting with the desire to have sex with guys.  But I couldn’t let myself act like those girls from the story above)

Look at me, look at my art, I am a complete embodiment of passion and sex, but in the past when I was a teenager, I did not know what to do with it, I felt bad, I wasn’t allowed to release my passion through hobbies and my creativity which was interesting to me!

And I was not allowed to fuck either, you go have sex with someone, your parents find out , with all those people calling names around .  A disgusting reality but I'll say it again, this is only my story. I'm trying to solve my riddle, what a modern naked woman feels, what drives me)

An artist is always shaped by his or her past.  So what could lead me to wanting to undress in public?

I think it’s about youthful high spirits, belief in beauty and nature, the desire to give myself a beautiful me for my old ages, well, and 100% adolescent abstinence, which, I believe, is imposed by society.

I also think that if girls were allowed not only to build families and date but just go and take the pressure off whenever they wanted, then perhaps, let me dream a bit, there would be no overpopulation of the planet and sad women wouldn’t create so many sad men)

I can assume that it is exactly in such sad moments when the human soul is shifted to the side of emptiness, into which we then push the service of other people's interests.

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