Butterflies

Butterflies

I’ve been really interested in sex, fantasies and romance since I was very young. I never understood the tingly feeling of butterflies in my stomach and groin area until I was older. I remember getting aroused before puberty looking at pictures, magazines and watching showcase tv at night. Then, 3 or 4 years later the internet and p2p sharing exploded. Kazaa, LimeWire allowed me to download all the porn I could want. Lesbians in the shower, my friends hot mom I was addicted. I was always in love with the female body.

The first female body I took an interest in was my mothers. I was never sexually attracted to my mother but as a young boy I still found her body beautiful and mesmerizing. I would steal looks and peeks whenever I could. I never thought of sex with my mom, but was addicted to her body.

As I grew older and girls grew into women I was surrounded and suffocated by the same shapes and figures I loathed for. Everywhere I looked I saw breasts in tank tops and asses in skin tight blue jeans. This was before lulu lemons and tights. The way a woman’s body curves in and out from her shoulders, squeezes into her torso, flares out to accommodate her hips and again slenders down gradually from her thighs to her feet. Her hair flowing down to her breasts. The bra she wore was the only thing keeping them steady and contained. I was obsessed with braless women. The nipples pushing out of her shirt giving you two targets that your eyes get drawn in to. Her pants cupping underneath her ass and squeezing everything tight to her body. The seams stretched to their limit trying to hold her peach shapes ass in place. The clothes women would wear were seductive to my eyes and I could only imagine what was underneath. I couldn’t get enough of the female body. Was I addicted to porn or just women?

I’m now a mature man with a wife I cant get enough of. I can’t keep my hands off her. She wears the lulu lemon tights creating a paper thin barrier from her ass to my hands. I love her smile, making her laugh and keeping her happy. She can be quite shy when it comes to the bedroom and talking about sex. We’re passionate for each other and don’t get me wrong I’m satisfied every time. She claims that she’s satisfied and loves my dick. Half the time she wants to skip the foreplay just so she can hop on my cock. I feel like it’s not enough. Maybe it’s selfish. I don’t want anymore satisfaction for myself, I want her to scream and moan and beg me not to cum when she’s close to cumming her self. I want her so satisfied that she collapses onto the bed in euphoria.

Porn satisfies the itch temporarily. Now you can stream all you want. Everything you can imagine is at your thumbs on your smart phone. It’s not the same as being with a woman. I study and examine every inch of a woman and every inch of her turns me on. I found what was missing when I would orgasm to porn. The feeling of satisfying a woman to the point where she surrenders to you and gives her body to you. You’re in a small bubble with her. No Instagram Facebook bullshit, no Netflix, not bills or mortgage payments. It’s just you and her satisfying the most primitive of urges. Savouring the act of procreation and absorbing every detail and feeling is maybe my favorite part of being a human. More so, as a man, I get to enjoy everything about women. The hair, the eyes, her smile, her personality and life. Most of all, my weakness and ultimate short coming, my addiction to her body.

My imagination runs wild when I think of women. The front and back of a woman is just as tantalizing as her side figure. Her collar bones create a long sharp edge and angle down towards her breasts. Full of warm softness. Breasts are the ultimate comfort zone. Even as a man you can’t help but feel safe and nurtured while embracing a woman’s breast.