I was raised right. I am cordial and charming in any situation. I am humble and trustworthy, polite and attentive. I understand and wield the proper use of discretion. I am very cooperative towards a common goal. I am quiet with stealth, strong and enduring, I do the right thing when no one is looking. I live for romance, that profound connection, when a glance can bare your soul, and a soft kiss, conveying tenderness and care, can seem to last an eternity. When two bodies align, touching head to toe, when the warmth of one's skin, meets the other, that feeling. That coalescence that ignites a rush of pure life that comes pouring in, to charge the very soul, that it may once more, persevere. That, is making love. It isn't simply an orgasm of flesh, but of the electrical field that creates our very instinct, our every emotion, instructing our hearts, to beat. That, is making love, and I treasure those moments for which it exists. Conversely, I will fuck like a Spanish Stallion in the throes of a sexual feeding frenzy, when there.. I am a nudist and love the feeling of having no clothes on. But don't believe those "naturists" when they say it has nothing to do with sex. After living in a nudist colony, I can tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it is all about exhibitionism, voyeurism, and being overly sexually charged, to the height of it fostering a need to behave in this fashion. Or is it just our animal protesting this so called civility we're forced to maintain? I LOVE SEX SO MUCH!!! When another person touches me I lose all other concern. The physical interaction engages the beast, I strip off all of my and clothes. I begin to orally worship. My tongue, as an instrument of pleasure for us both. Tasting you, masticating, I feel as would a shipwrecked sailor, bereft of all but weakness, being blessed with his first meal in months. The worship of your flesh is my nourishment, and although my desire will never rest, the taste of your juice washes over me, like a fleeting wave of satiation, dissolving all that impede the animalistic lust of the true hedonist, that not so subtly lurks within. Hours turn to days and to weeks. Until the threat of starvation force me from bed. And now, a prayer for your endurance.