Hardcore Biological Fantasies

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November 14, 2007

At the moment of orgasm I can't move. I just hang there breathless, unloading into her, giving her everything as she kneels there and willingly accepts. And then as I return to my body and start to breathe again, I give a little shudder and flop down on my back, pull her down on top of me and hold her as she cuddles against me all breathless and satisfied. I pant for breath with throw my arm over my eyes, content. I never tell her what I'm thinking as I lie there in the afterglow, but in my mind I'm still inside her, still a part of her, still fucking her.

No, not fucking her, not really. It's something else, something more primitive. It's a crude and almost shameful feeling, but I'm aware of my semen inside her, my sperm swimming about in her body and seeking out that egg, obeying that deep, biological imperative. Even though she's on the pill and pregnancy's the last thing either of us want, I get this shameful, animalistic thrill imagining my seed moving inside her and fucking her still on a level below our awareness. As we lie there and cuddle and make sweet and loving sounds to each other or discuss dinner, dark and primitive things are happening inside her body. She is still being fucked.

At such times I feel like we're both just tools in the hands of forces that are bigger than either of us, and it's enough to give me chills.

It's almost the last taboo in this day and age, talking about the biological purpose behind sex, but that's really what drives us when all is said and done, isn't it? Way down deep behind all the nasty fun and sex toys and porn and web cams are forces at work we're not even aware of, some all-pervasive, all-consuming urge to possess and penetrate and fuse and fertilize; some law of nature as basic as gravity and electromagnetism, and just as strong and as impossible to resist the biological imperative. The same forces that keep the planets in their orbits and cause the stars to shine bring us to bed together and into each other's arms, and it's kind of frightening and beautiful too when you think about it.

Pretty soon we'll get up and shower and go out and get something to eat maybe burgers, maybe Chinese. She'll hold onto my arm and we'll talk about this and that but in the back of my mind I'll be thinking about that trace of my seed left inside her, swimming in her darkness, fucking her still.

Posted by rabbit at November 14, 2007 8:10 PM

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