Wet wet wet

Being wet. What a strange feeling. Most animals fear water and try to remove moisture as quickly as they can. Cats, for example, would never even bath for the fear of water.

Humans are not far of this behavior. Of course we need to bath in order to clean our bodies, yet we dry ourselves as fast as possible after that.

We fear rain, we run from it, we use umbrellas to cover our head.

What if, someday, we just embrace being wet. Having rain drops running over our faces, filling every little corner in our bodies, trying to use rain as a form of a strange connection with the sky, with deity? What if rain would be just a gigantic penis that nature is trying to use to transfer knowledge, emotions?

We like wet sex, having besides us a woman that would get wet just by looking at her or a man that is aroused by a simple gesture or the right word. Yet, we run from having sex with nature.

I prefer the woman, yet I embrace nature from time to time also……for a change.

Wet is the new black.

Fantasy

When it comes to imagining a night of passion, most women will dream of exciting lingerie, candles, incense sticks, maybe a glass of wine. And of course about a man that will be knocked over by the picture presented in front of his eyes.

And most men will indeed be very much into this and very thankful that after not having sex for maybe 2-3 weeks with their partners, such an opportunity presents itself.

When it comes to a man’s fantasy, a naked or more naked women will suffice. We are simple beings…most of us.

For hunters though, a naked woman is not enough. They’ve seen a lot of them and are not impressed by a prey that offers itself to him. They need more stimuli, very clever picked so that they are not either ridiculous or too small.

One of the recent ones that I experienced involved a rape. We discussed a little bit about the frame and all other details were left to chance.

He was waiting in the dark, breathing hard, heart pounding in the expectation of what was to come. Then suddenly he hears steps on the hallway and the key being pushed in the keyhole.

He jumps with one hand holding her by the waist and the other one pressing her mouth not to scream. They crash on the floor, while his leg is pushing the door shut. His hand is lifting her skirt and with a quick gesture tearing off her panties.

She is already so wet that he is tempted to take her…yet she needs to be tormented still. He starts teasing her with his hard penis, feeling how she opens more and more to him, her body shivering of desire.

A loud moan is released when his penis penetrates her in a brutal manner, surprising her senses and putting an end to her expectations.

“It hurts, take it easy”, she says. But he is too much into it, pressing harder and harder until they both have one of the most powerful orgasms ever experienced.

It seems that the hunter can still be surprised.