I know I've said it so many times before but breeding is not a "kink". It doesn't even come close to any other "kink" I've had before, it's a thousand times more intense and pleasurable, a million times more urgent, undeniable and irresistible. That's cause it's just raw, unconscious instinct, reptile brain, our bodies hypnotizing us with the most delicious, toe-curling lust at the thought of procreating, imploring us to rut and hump like feral, irresponsible animals, no rubbers, no birth control, no pulling out... Just fulfilling our natural purpose in the lewdest way possible, mhmmm ❤️😵💫
Bioessentialism isn't a "kink" either. In real life, I call myself gay, I only date men, I think they're more attractive, I understand them better, it feels more "natural", so to speak... But deep down, when it comes down to it, when spring and summertime awaken my body and my instincts, I'm just a male with a thick, long uncut cock. Blessed with a fat, 7" girthy uncut schlong, literally born to bottom out as many fertile ovulating cunts as possible and spurt them full with my baby batter. When the thin veneer of society is stripped away, I'm just an animal sick with lust, a hungry, hung predator looking for females to blast my bastards inside of ~ My reptile brain takes over, sending those delicious, white-hot pangs of sharp, almost painfully intense lust through my groin and stomach ~ <3 The thrill of being in breeding mode defies words endlessly, it's the most exhilirating feeling in the world 🤤🤤That raw, insatiable male drive to conquer, to claim, to drill moist, ripe pussies until the sun falls out of the sky 😍It's not a "kink", it's my body getting so extremely, viscerally aroused at the thought of a plump, wide-hipped girl, so animalistically horny and hard at thought of feeling her bare, moist pussy lips gripping around my bare cock, of getting to unload my balls deep inside her drooling little cunt and straight into her defenseless womb, that it completely overrides my sexual orientation 🤤❤️
No free will, no conscious choice, just the mind-destroying, natural biological drive imploring me to weigh every ovulating female I find down with my bastards, nnghhng 🤤 Oh, when my higher cognitive functions shut off and I become pure male instinct <33 A predator with a fat, veiny cock on the prowl, looking for a warm, defenseless womb to conquer. The thrill of pushing my fat schlong between her slick, creamy folds bare, feeling her silky walls gripping around my pole, knowing I'm about to unload millions of my eager, rogue swimmers straight into her ripe, primed uterus… it’s transcendent. Almost spiritual in its intensity 🤤❤️ Just doing what sex "was meant for" <3 Fulfilling my biological purpose as a hung, potent male ~ The mask of civilization is paper thin. Underneath it, we’re all just breeding animals, desperate to propagate. And nothing feels better than giving in to it completely. ❤️