Today is one of those days where it feels like my blood is singing in my veins.
I'm someone who loves to move my body, always have been. Working out, physical labor, simply pacing around. Love it all, almost all the time. But sometimes, I get this buzzing under my skin that makes me need to move. It's the impetus for action that can manage to bypass the way my mind constantly analyzes and dissects things. Every so often I can just do.
Normally I just work out when I'm like this. Nothing is better then working up a sweat and seeing just how far I can force my muscles to go. But occasionally there is such a beautiful dovetailing between this energized feeling, and being turned on.
I'm usually real cerebral about sex. I love getting into someone's mind, I love controlling the very way they think. I love rules and rituals and little forms of control and domination. But not all the time.
Sometimes I just need to fucking act. Sometimes my hands are itching with the need to grab, to squeeze, to scratch, to pinch. I want to dispense with all those mind games and prove with pure physicality that can and will dominate you.
Maybe I pick you up and toss you over my shoulder. Maybe I slam you into a wall with my lips, pinning your arms above your head while I bite and suck. Maybe wrap a hand around your throat so I can feel each time your breath catches.
Maybe I pin you down so fully that you realize there is no power in your body to force me off. Maybe I fuck you so hard your animal brain tries to run from the pleasure of it, and it becomes so blisteringly clear how hopeless an endeavor that is.
Because as much as I love all those rules, and mind games, and rituals, and ways to get into your head, I do need to occasionally reinforce something.
I don't fucking need them.