All We Think About is the Next Hit
As I finished cumming tonight I realized it came a lot faster then the first time we had sex. Meaning it took less time to get there. The first time we let our bodies near each others it was fucking amazing, it was passionate, it was new. This time however, it was familiar and it seemed that we were going to skip the passionate rolling of our tongues and lips, we were just going to head for the big finish.
Having sex with somebody for the first time is equivalent to shooting up heroin. The first time is unexplainably good and fucking awesome. Then when it’s over you think about the next time you’re going to shoot up again so you can feel amazing again. When you have sex with someone for the first time usually there was a build before. A sit down at a coffee shop, maybe a movie where you kiss for the first time, then maybe a lunch date. All the while you’re building all of this sexual tension because you like her, she likes you and you know you want to fuck but now is not the time. Finally when you do it it’s like all this tension is released and holy shit it’s good.
After that, all you can think about for the next couple days is when you’re going to see her and be with her again. You want to feel the same way.
all we think about is how to feel like we did when we took that first hit. It goes back even before first sexual encounters, we want to feel like the first time we masturbated. Back in that room when we were thirteen.
Sex is such a big part of our lives and all it comes down to is this hit, this rush. This idea that we have in our head that it feels fucking amazing.