Death, Morning And Horniness

Ever since I was a teenager I’ve had a peculiar reaction to death, grief and mourning. It makes me horny….like really really horny.

My therapist (who I see due to some childhood trauma) says my reaction to death is not totally uncommon. She said people sometimes react to the reality and inevitability of death by pursuing something that makes them feel very alive and embracing of life….sort of the polar opposite of death. For some that might be gardening, or family, or whatever. But for me it’s sex. Hard, punishing, sweaty, heaving breathing, heart pounding, dirty talking orgasmic sex.

So this weekend when I was at some calling hours for an aunt who passed, I met a guy. He was neither real handsome nor did he have a great body. But we clicked a bit and went for a drink after. Honestly, I was just horny to fuck and he figured that out before we finished our first drinks.

So back to his place we rushed and upon our arrival tore each others clothes off and fucked like animals for an hour on his couch. Pleasant surprise he was pretty big. I came a few times as he pounded me in every position (can I just say a couch offers so many more options than a bed). When he came it was big, powerful and very satisfying.

I don’t wish death on anyone, but this reaction I have is very enjoyable.