You want to fuck.

The kind of passion you feel with someone very special to you. You may love them deeply, you may not have gotten to that level in your relationship, hell you may never get to that point, but for some reason this person is incredibly important to you at that moment. I personally feel that the deeper you love someone the sharper the passion you experience. For me passion tinged with love is the best kind.

But what I'm talking about now is the level of passion you reach where it becomes a primal instinct. Total obsessive craving, if you will. The feeling of "If you don't fuck me rightthisverysecond I'm going to shatter into a million pieces and disintegrate."

You don't want small talk. You don't want sweet words of love and devotion whispered in your ear. No tender caresseses while hearing flowery words are going to work for you at that moment. You want the raw, pulsing, almost angry passion snaring both of you. The mentality of "Use me, because I sure as hell am going to use you." is forefront in your mind.

It's the hands in the hair, fingers pulling, mouth on the shoulder or neck with teeth sinking in, fingernails dragging down the back and grabbing his ass to pull him in harder and tighter. The consuming want ... no, NEED ... to be as close to him/her as possible. As if you could just climb right into the middle of their soul.

It's a wicked dance. The uphill climb of withholding and teasing until neither can think coherently and then the breathtaking plunge of surrendering and claiming.

The obsessive drive of pushing your partner, relentlessly demanding more from him/her all the while carrying them higher and higher near the edge. And it's not a gentle easing over that edge, oh hell no. It's a shove, a most desired and craved shove. They don't fall from the edge, they are thrown ... and they don't plummet, they soar. Their mind is reeling and their body is reacticing instinctively and wantonly. They can't possibly put a thought process through its paces at that moment. And you, of course, soar with them.

It's the type of passion that leaves you both in a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests gulping for the air that was elusive a few moments before. You know that when the adrenaline rush wears off that you will definitely feel the aches of overworked and fatigued muscles, the itchy pain of torn tissues, the soreness of bruised lips and the burn of scratches that will be worn as badges. You'll feel these things in a few hours, and into the next day if you are lucky.

And you'll smile.


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