After nearly a month looking at the same four walls, I just realized how I stop thinking about sex. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to have sex with a warm body other than myself. I just used to think a lot about control, trust, and all the risks that go along with having sex outside a stable relationship.

Now I’m getting desperate. There is only so long that I can go without wanting to jump onto the next human being that comes my way. At least for now, I have an entire list of people that I would have no problems letting me fuck, just because it feels good.

A month of self-isolation, with the prospect of another four weeks, messes with the mind. I had for years learned to remain in control, even when I was the sub. I barely had relations long enough to learn to trust my partner. Occasionally I did, but not were the exceptions.

Now, and I may regret this, I don’t care. If aliens were to arrive and want to probe the sex organs of humans, I’d raise my hand and say ‘pick me, pick me!’. I’m not thinking about who it is, who fucks me, how they fuck me, whether I have to do the work or just be tossed around.

I don’t even care whether sex means kinks that I’m not really into. As long as it has anything to do with physical sex, I’m all in. Plain sex? Sure, I can do that too. What I can’t do is think about pleasing another person. I need to release so much pent up energy that my brain has lost its ability to think beyond my physical self.

It’s so pathetic, for the first time I actually like it when people send me DMs with pics or short clips. At least there is another person at the other end who is thoughtful enough to think of me. Masturbation is great, but after a month it sucks.

If you read this, and you think you know me in real life, let me know. I’m not going to do anything that is not safe in the current environment, but as soon as it’s over, you have a free pass to fuck the living daylights out of me. I’m even up for a threesome or a gangbang. My treat. If latex turns you on, that’s great, if not, that’s fine, too.

There is really only one catch; if you don’t know who I am in real life, the deal is off. But, hell, what do you have to lose? You think you know me, but aren’t sure? Just walk up to me and ask if you can fuck me. If you’re wrong, you’ll probably end up with your nuts crushed, but I don’t fucking care. I’m just looking for someone who wants to fuck me as badly as I want to be fucked.

I’m going slowly insane in here, but maybe there is an upside. Less thinking and more living.

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