July 11, 2011
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More Animal Than Man
Recently I’ve realized something about myself: I’m more animal than man. For the most part, animals have a two track mind; food and mating. They live their lives with two primary organs, the stomach and the cock/pussy. They go to great lengths to eat or fuck. Well, I’m kinda the same way. I’m either constantly thinking about food or sex. It is all just a big cycle. When I’m hungry I’m all about the food. Shit, even when I’m not hungry but know I’m going to be having a good meal that is all I can think of. Then, once I get full on food, I instantly switch to thinking about sex. Ohhh, gotta have an orgasm. Sex, sex, sex!! Then I have the orgasm and it is all about the food again.
Then there are the times when I think of both at the same time. Like when I’m on a date. Of course, I’m thinking of the food I’m about to eat, but the other half of my brain is thinking of the sex I’m going to have. Food and sex on the mind at the same time? Well, shit it doesn’t get any better than that. Hell, it is like sensory overload; I don’t know whether to hump my chair or eat the cloth napkin at the dinner table. Fortunately for me the waiter keeps coming over to distract me.
But it is like I’m all out until I get full or empty, depending on which mode I’m in. For example, at night right before bed, I give it three tugs and then an explosion and then as soon as the clean up is done I’m excited to go to sleep because it means I get to have Coco Puffs in the morning. And then as soon as I’m done eating, boom the excitement comes again because soon I will be naked in the shower. And on days when I’m not overly horny, it’s food all day long. Look, I don’t have three orgasms a day, but I sure as hell eat three times a day. Hell, I love to eat; if I didn’t exercise so much I would be a really fat fuck. But, because I burn off a lot of calories it keeps me thin and always hungry. Or horny. Take your pick.
I just finished dinner an hour and a half ago so my stomach is quiet and content. But, you know what that means, my penis is begging for attention. Fucker. I swear he is such a drama queen. The only bigger drama queen is my stomach, who never shuts the fuck up when I’m hungry. FEEEEEEEED ME SEYMOUR!!!! (or in my case, Mike). Hungry. Horny. Hungry. Horny. It is a never ending cycle.
And it’s not even that I’m as hungry or as horny as I claim to be in this post, but it is what my mind is on; sausage or, well, sausage. I seem to have an oral fixation, obsessed with always shoving something in my mouth, be it food or cock. They say the sex drive is the third most powerful drive in the human body after hunger and sleep. All I know is that when I’m hungry, look out, I have a one track mind and don’t stop until I get food. Sometimes, the same can be said of orgasms. Ahhhhh, food and sex, I guess it doesn’t get more simpler than that.
Comments (5)
Hahahaha… 3 tugs, huh? Quite impressive
Most impressed with the 3 tugs also!! LOL.
Have you seen that Seinfeld when George MIXES the food with the sex??? Bliss he says. Maybe try this?
Where ya been, long time no post. I actually thought about you when I wrote this post; I knew you would be amused at the sexual humor.
Oh, and it takes longer then three tugs!
I LOVE Seinfeld and I have seen that one. I love when Jerry says to him “you know, instead of satisfying two of your needs how about satisfying one of somebody else’s”.
Wow!