He has the sex drive of a god and the brains to match - he's the star of every sex fantasy I've had since the day we met.
For such a shy person my sex fantasies are anything but restrained. There is the upper brain need for a sense of what is decorous, and the primitive need for what is exhibitionist. We didn't evolve in polite spaces where sex was kept in a box, yet there is something ultimately very bonding about secrecy and privacy. Perhaps it is the tethering between the two needs that keeps tantric emotions alive and gives lovers the ability to last a lifetime.
What is about sex fantasies that feels so much like a vacation from reality? A flood of endorphins I guess is all part of it. A few moments in my imagination and I'm released from the troubles of the upper brain, happy with my lover, in a space where pleasure is king.
My sex drive and my imagination are at it again, the customers in the cafe are already naked and doing it over the tables... even as they sip their lattes around me. They have dialog and everything. I have become the director of my own mental porn with an audience of one. Good job I look normal. God, I hope I look normal.
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