Impulses

[IvanXLIV]

Hello to all,

I joined the club less than a week ago, and besides having the time of my life, I found myself... inspired. Meeting people, having virtual sex, this is much more... intense than I expected. Here's a little something I wrote to try and convey those strong, lasting impressions... your comments (good or bad) are welcome. Also, be warned that english is NOT my native language... it will probably show.
 

Impulses

 

I can feel my heart quickening, steadily pounding on the bars of my chest like a prisoner glimpsing the sun after aeons of darkness.

 

Is that how it feels to be addicted? The choking yet blissful grip of want, the longing for the next fix… I never imagined such delicious, painful sensation swelling at the core of my being, like ambers of smouldering bliss stirred by the sudden winds of desire.

 

The past few days lasted forever and nevermore. When I step into the Land, the gentle drone of stifled moans and husky whispers welcomes me back with languid arms. I shiver with renewed anticipation… the chase is on, the dragon of desire teasingly fleeing in joyful abandon.

 

Where will the chase lead me this time? Yesterday, I pursued it on the sunny shores of a crowded beach, where colorful banter shimmers in the heat and even more colorful people stroll about, artfully strewn on the sandy expanse like so many seashells… which one should I pick up? What sweet and lewd secrets shall it whisper to my ear?

 

Another night, another place offers itself to sate my starving senses. Was it the dark alleys were pleasures are traded between kings and paupers, displayed for all to see like the spices and silks of the mysterious Orient? Or perhaps the bustling streets of the great capital, under the crimson hues of the Red Light district, crowded with the paragons of sensuality strutting in all their glorious attire?

 

Or perhaps I was sleep-walking under the shaded canopy of the magical forest, where curious beasts hop frantically under the bushes… or else they were exploring wet, secret caves at the bidding of their lascivious masters. The winding path led me under the lover’s waterfall, far away until I stood under the dizzying heights of the Mountain, where I witnessed, swollen with longing, the chosen ones’ lustful ascent toward nirvana.

 

Tonight, I trod the dusty alleys of the West, my throat parched with anticipation under the setting sun. Perhaps I’ll ride with the sisters until we drop with exhaustion… Furtive glances meet and meld, stirring passion unchecked. Couples join, drawn like moths to the flames burning in each other’s loins.

 

I notice her, approaches, wary and yet aroused… what did I say? It matters not; she responds, leads me to her bed. We dive in a sea of lust, sharing words like tides of desire, building up to a crescendo, surfing on waves of increasing passion. Climax comes and drowns us in quivering, blessed contentment. Shall we meet again?

 

Alas, I awaken, forcibly torn from the Land by the harshest of all mistresses, rough and soulless Reality, who suffers no rivals. I must slave away the waking hours in her service, feverish and trembling from withdrawal, my thoughts ever-straying back to the wonders of the Land, waiting, wanting…

 

My heart will not slow down, it burns and beats so fiercely now, it’s excruciating. It sings to all who can hear it: I’m alive, so deliciously alive!

 

Ivan XLIV