Sometimes I just Need to be F*cked. {Adult}

By Ikenga Chronicles December 31, 2016

Sometimes I just Need to be F*cked. {Adult}

“Everything in the world is about sex, except sex.” ~ Oscar Wilde

This isn’t about not wanting love or a relationship—this is just about the need to be supremely f*cked.

I have a desire pulsing underneath my skin, turning my aura red hot to the touch.

It’s not that I want to sacrifice my ideals or to cheapen my value.

Because I know that I am top shelf.

But, sometimes, no matter who we are or where we are in life, we just need to be f*cked.

We need to be touched, bitten, caressed, licked and f*cked into that place of total and complete peace.

The kind of peace where we can barely move afterward and our bodies are still radiating heat to the touch—when we can feel every ounce of tension and stress evaporate from our muscles with each powerful thrust.

Unfortunately, that’s not to say that I will get what I need though.

Part of becoming a conscious adult, who is aware of my emotions and the reasons behind my feelings, means that I can’t make decisions pretending that I don’t know what is really going on underneath.

I can’t pretend that I am not after being f*cked into forgetting.

The kind of forgetting the specifics, the smells and tastes and most of all—the feelings that seem to hang as sad on my soul as ornaments on a dying and faded Christmas tree, long after the holidays have passed.

But as much as I wish I could forget, I also don’t want to.

And I do want to be f*cked—but the kicker is, I don’t want it to be by just anyone.

I want to f*cked by a specific someone—in only the way he can.

I’ve never been good at settling and I don’t do lukewarm.

I only have an appetite for those who burn just as hot as I do.


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