Playground Of A Deviant Mind

Agree on which hotel to stay at, rent rooms separately. At the agreed upon hour, each depart your rooms in search of the other. The hookup must happen right where you find each other.

I need the unbridled passion of discovering a woman, and her reciprocating that energy with enthusiasm. Something that slides past exploration into pure depravity simply for the sake of depravity. A celebration of carnal joy. An animalistic, primal fuck that is driven by the deepest and most secretive part of the id. I need to growl and grunt and moan, my ability to coherently vocalize paralyzed by my desires. Body fluids and heavy breathing, identities intermingling until individuality becomes indeterminable, culminating in explosive release. An emptying of mind but a filling of the soul. Taken then by exhaustion, to hold her as we drift off to dream the dreams known only to ourselves, at peace with the universe. The marks on flesh will heal and fade, their memories sealed indelibly to our souls.