Undisclosed Desires

Lust. Among many things in life that make me stop and ponder, this is one of them. I’ve always asked myself: What is it? And what triggers it? One of the mysteries and most fascinating topics in social dynamics and psychology. This concept has been rehashed in many research papers, books, essays, stories, novels, etc. Just thinking of it sends my mind into overdrive and just like that, many questions begin to take shape. Is it just our intense emotion and carnal drive to desire someone and wanting to be desired to the point of obsession or does it go beyond that?

I am fully aware that such topic requires a great deal of analysis as too many components come into play when it comes to the alchemy of lust, it is simply too deep and complex to even attempt to address everything in a one-pager. We have to take into consideration chemical bonding, sexual hormones, cycles and peaks, PEA (the “love drug”), pheromones, etc. We can go on and on but the crazy thing about this is that all of the aforementioned elements just scratch the surface of this strong desire we call Lust.

I truly believe that when we boil it down to the essential core of what it means, it is really something as simple as a man wanting to express his desire and carnal impulse for a woman (or viceversa) in an extremely passionate way that is borderline violent and can be described as: I am here because all I want to do is to pin you to the wall and make you mine, to make you feel emotions that you have never felt with anyone before. My eyes light up, my blood boils and all I want is to ravage you, and it is up to you, my goddess, to carry this momentum into pure euphoria that lights up my fire, a fire that -for that moment in time- cannot be extinguished.

“Deep down she just wants a man to come along and sweep her off her feet, not to share stories, not to hold hands… No, she wants an extreme adventure, she wants to be taken without permission.”

Most of the time, a woman just wants to be cared for, caressed softly from head to toe and have that sweet feeling of being loved and protected. Essentially, to have a sense of love and security, to feel that special warm embrace at the end of a long and arduous day. However, there are other times in which she just wants to break out of her shell and for once, satisfy her basic instincts, her sexual needs.

Deep down she just wants a man to come along and sweep her off her feet, not to share stories, not to hold hands, not to make plans about the future and wonder what’s next. No, she wants an extreme adventure, she wants to be taken without permission, she wants to feel that she is going along for a wild ride that remains an unknown for her throughout and fulfill that fantasy, not as an experimental thing but as something that comes from the depths of her being, an intense longing to feel wanted and to be the object of desire and passion, not to be loved but to quench her carnal, licentious need.

Once this decadent impulse is unleashed there is no going back, it gives her an intense feeling of wanting to create herself as an angelic devil, a seductress and a slave. This goes back to the fact that she wants to surrender power and initiative for once, she wants someone else to take care of all that, to remove all responsibility and all burden that comes with unleashing her lust without shame or apologies, which speaks to her natural instinct as a woman. At that moment, it is up to the man to make her feel safe in such vulnerable state, as no one wants to come across as easy or having low self-esteem.

I have pictured and experienced this where all I want is for her to be my dirty little secret, my fervent desire and my obsession. For that period of time nothing else matters, all I can think about is her skin garnished with strawberries and cherries dipped in champagne giving me that helpless look that only makes me desire her even more. Once we reach that point, waiting is no longer an option, I just dive in and explore that curving terrain that is her body, worshipping it as my temple, my own personal utopia.

“When a man ravishes a woman’s body it is beyond just falling into lust, temptation or desire… it is conquering a woman’s trembling femininity by the pure strength and desire of a man, her warrior.”

I fall in total and utter dementia cause I simply cannot waste this opportunity of having her under my power completely open and exposed, ravaging and making her mine by tasting and biting every inch of her skin. All this while my intense desire grows and grows by the second, imprinting my mark like branding her to make her understand that she is mine and only mine to enjoy and no one else.

This act only heightens our senses and expands the flame of unbridled passion, a flame that radiates and makes us glide into an erotic position of lust and carnal embrace.

Feeling that intense fire and gravitational sexual pull, I hold my goddess face to face, eyes interlocking into each other, hips slightly raised and as I draw her closer to me to start tormenting and taking her into an overdrive madness, she asks me to stop but all her body tells me is to keep going as she shakes, moans, and loses all control to the breaking point of ecstasy that she can no longer deny nor has power over.

When a man ravishes a woman’s body it is beyond just falling into lust, temptation or desire, it is more than that, it is conquering a woman’s trembling femininity by the pure strength and desire of a man, her warrior. However, it is her, my goddess, who is able to pull the strings, the strings of irrepressible passion and burning desire.

Yes, a woman maps the course and ignites a lustful fire within. Once the fire burns, there is only one place to go to, a supernal place full of incandescent lights and a crimson red atmosphere where I belong to her, she belongs to me.

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