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Click hereIt convinced me that the sexual gifts I have were not given by the gods. It restrained me for far too long.
It burdened me with too many worries.
It told me to feel guilt from the joy of fucking.
I waited in this mental place, knowing that part of me was not brave enough to embrace freedom.
Wisdom has arrived.
I don't regret the things it led me to believe I would. I speak to it with spirit.
I am aware now and free from its oppression.
No longer worrying about any one of the hundred at least things that have kept me suppressed, robbed even, long enough and often enough.
Enough.
I am a sexual being who likes sex. I am happy and grateful for all that I have been blessed with.
Nothing holds me back from being fucked or fucking wildly.
I do both with a clear conscience.
Call it touching the divine, or standing in the doorway to the universe, but that momentary burst we get from the orgasm -- fucking and cumming ecstatically -- is the closest I've ever come to feeling that I'm in the presence of something mystical and bigger than me. And to think that for so many years I "restrained" (a spot-on way of phrasing it) myself too, all because I too "was not brave enough to embrace freedom." This work resounded for me on so many levels, thank you for not only sharing it but for being able to articulate a journey that happens to honest erotic souls. Cheers!