The Mind Fuck

i always talk here and there about a “mindfuck”. there are few out there that do not understand what i mean by this term. i find a mindfuck much more addicting then just the act of fucking.

what is a mindfuck?

i am sure people can have various definitions and can relate differently to what this could mean to them. to me it is the mental aspect that sense that needs to be fondled in foreplay. being embedded with images so strong that they strike right between your legs. words that cause one to gasp, moan or sigh. sending chills throughout the body, the heart racing and causing the body to squirm uneasily.

it takes a great talent to fuck a mind. it is not as easy as just watching porn or seeing some pictures of boobs and cocks. it is tapping into that side of the mind that is played like an instrument. shaping and molding the thoughts to get a direct physical reaction. i can not count the number of times i have sat in wet panties at work. i can not recall how many moments i have snuck away to the bathroom to touch my swollen, wet cunt. i always smile when i can feel that wetness that someone else has caused.

you see, the act of fucking is like the “cherry” as my dear A would say. leading up to that moment of physical touch just enhances the experience knowing your mind is glowing from a “session”. i love images dancing around frantically inside my mind as i am being railed relentlessly. i am sure that is why i am wet before i am even touched.

i thrive on anticipation. it is the golden key in my world. i push off that immediate and selfish need to get a quick fix. i let my build up linger and linger till i can not stand it anymore. that point of desperation to just have a release. waiting sometimes days as i keep letting my mind get fucked my various men. my mind is much more sluttier then my cunt. as i have fucked minds with many men and women. it is much more intense and satisfying having an orgasm that has been begging to be released then a small meaningless one. it is quality over quantity. it is discipline over convenience. i like to suffer for my lust.

my addictions are to words. my mind is hungrier then my cunt. i am always searching for that exceptional mindfuck. i always glow afterwards reveling in images and words. i just can not explain how important it is to tap into my mind to “get” me. don’t send me flowers, candy or hallmark cards. send me pure x-rated lust in words. fuck my mind don’t make love to it. i am a deviant not a “girl” and i thrive off of dark sexuality. give me the parts of your mind hidden deep within that you can not even share with your spouse. you know that you do not want to hold on to it to yourself, you need to share it, you want someone else to know what secretly arouses you and i want to know.

this need i have is insatiable and never really satisfied. this addiction is of the worst kind. i search hungrily and sometimes desperately. looking for that next “fix”. give it to me at any cost. especially those few that give me just that. i always smile so mischievously when i see that email or that chat line. i know it will be a period of time that i am getting high off of lust. shifting in my seat feeling my wetness press against my panties and against my hardening clit. then taking those burning images to the bedroom as i am riding E and coming with such violent intensity. i can not count the times i have came thinking about another man’s words in my mind.

i appreciate my gems and you know very well who you are. the lust you give me is addicting. my mind reels with thoughts of you. i always look forward to that chance email or encounter otherwise. there is definitely a talent you have that i am glad caused us to cross paths. perhaps is it fate that brings deviants together to make this little realm of our world a better place, at least for us. tonight will be a good night thinking of the words you have engraved into my dark mind. the physical influence you have on my cunt is as if you were right here touching me. you should be proud of that kind of power you possess. so smile, be a good boy and fuck my mind. you know i am never satisfied.