That Sex High
If that title makes sense to you, you are ahead of the curve, my friend. It makes absolutely no sense to me. As I write this, I am coming down from a mental high due to intimacy and I decided to jot down a few thoughts. In fact, being an introvert, I probably come up with the most ridiculous concepts when I am coming down from an intimacy high. Much like after smoking weed, you begin to become a philosopher; after getting intimacy, I become Sexocrates.
Last week after Venice kept sending me nude photos of herself in various locations flashing me, I got the sense that she is so fucking attractive to me that it made me angry. By angry I mean I wanted slap her pretty ass face with my dick, choke her, and push her body and mind to her limits to see if she thinks she is too sexy for me now. She just seems to be getting prettier with age, while me, not so much. So I want to punish her for that. I want to see if her being so much more beautiful than me will change the way she reacts to my aggression. Pretty twisted. But that was Sexocrates talking, not me.