As the dimensions of my sexual response are intertwining and evolving I find myself thinking a lot about the nature of my sexual pleasure. So it was earlier this week on my drive home that I had plenty of time to ponder on the complexity of my experience of erotic bliss. The inspiration was an intimate liaison I had the night before.
As a guy I am biologically programmed to see erotic pleasure as an external thing. My psyche is hard wired to experience pleasure as a joined visual and physical event; in both visual and physical perspectives my sexual pleasure is experienced predominantly through my cock. The sight of J alluringly nude, or a guy with an erection illicits an immediate physical response; my cock hardens and lengthens and the welcomed erotically warm desperate itch of arousal caresses my cock and tugs on it. As arousal tugs on my cock it fills it with the tingling urge to cum; visual pleasure evokes physical pleasure. That physical pleasure is centered pretty much on my cock. When I fuck, or when my cock is being massaged or sucked my pleasure from orgasm is generally focused on ejaculation whether it is in the caress of warm wet pussy or a sucking mouth.