"The Late Night Truth Of Passion..."

Let's fuck and get verbal
- moan when I enter you
- call me your daddy
- tell me how big I am
- let your face and eyes be mobile and expressive
- gasp, sigh, yelp, pant, moan
- tell me how deep inside you feel it
- when I pull it out, wiggle your hips at me and beg me to put it in again
- reach down with your hand to feel the point where I enter you, the girth of my shaft stretching you wide, my foreskin gliding back and forth as I thrust
- squeeze your hole around me and tell me you want my cum

In return, I will:
- moan when I enter you
- call you my boy
- tell you how great your snug little hole feels as it opens up for my cock
- let my face and eyes show the raw fuck-lust you’ve kindled in me
- gasp, sigh, pant, moan, and grunt as I get deeper and deeper into you, new textures and temperatures inside your hole pleasing me on every stroke
- tell you how deep inside you I’m getting
- pull it out and push it in again so we can both revel in the feeling of penetration
- hold your legs up and wide apart so we can both enjoy the view of my fat shaft splitting you open
- grunt and bellow out loud as I shoot my thick, sticky load deep inside your body

Sound like fun?

******

I realize that this is rather explicit and quite unusual for a post here, but the truth is that almost everyone is a person who feels and understands desires, passions and sex, and I am no different.

I don't remember where I found this, but it was back in 2018 and at the time, I thought that this was the best description of passion's desire that I've ever read. I still think so, and you may agree. 

Passion of course can exist between two strangers, or it can be the loftiest expression of true love between companions of many years... I like to imagine that this is the latter. 

And, if I tell the truth, to have heard such as this from the great love of my life was, and somehow still is the greatest dream and most precious desire of my heart.  Sadly, I don't believe that I will ever know or hear such things spoken to me... And so now, when in the middle of the night I stir from my slumbers, I sometimes pray for an end of such longings and maybe even an end to life itself having grown old and tired of dreams unfulfilled... And yet, I go on remembering.

I am always remembering... And my greatest fear is that I may not live long enough to forget.

* The photo illustrating this post is from the 2004 German film, "Locked Up" (original title: Gefangen) which tells the story of two inmates in a federal prison who find love amidst the chaos and dangers of incarceration.  I can very easily image the two main character, Mike and Dennis having this type of conversation.  Although the film boarders on pornography, (the extended cut is explicitly pornographic) it is nonetheless one of the best films of it genre.  The performances are incredibly nuanced and despite the production quality, the story is entrancing and well told and as all good films do, leaves you wanting more.