Kiss the leather and put him in lace

I love sex as much as i fear it. I'm learning that sex is something you may or may not do, like asking a partner to join in on a boardgame or sketch page. Trust is everything and intimacy's what fills the space between thos atoms. Have you ever read Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson? Geryon's life parallels mine to a frightening T. This has little to do with him: i love being fucked. The adrenlaine is usually what i'm after, but intimacy is the secret, semi-shameful if not downright so desire that really motivates my actions. I love being bound, used, abused, beat, penetrated, touched, teased. I love being toyed with, mentally, in tangles of psychosexual scenes that leave me feeling raw. Between demisexuality and a near-inability to relax, psychosexuality is a good home for me. Take me into the woods, take me into your car, your cabin, your studio, your living room. Get me on my knees and tell me you see me, you know me, a horny little slut, a good boy, a boy who needs you to touch him.