So my libido seems to be on the rise lately.
I am rather enjoying it. The libido is, of course, pure id, and hence it is full of life force and heat, and so it feels rather good to my frozen soul to have its heat around.
Whatever speeds the melting of the glacier around my heart is fine by me.
Makes me feel more alive and vital, too, and god knows I need all of THAT I can get. My little world is so cold and dark most of the time. The world can seem very far away and my connection to it can seem very tenuous indeed.
In service to my snake’s awakening, I am going to post some NSFW but completely legal images from my porn library.
Wouldn’t that be the most awesome library ever? Especially if it was super official. Like the Library of Congress, but for porn.
Some stuffed shirt type at the front desk: “Excuse me, but do you have Lesbians Rimmed By Ten Inch Tongues #45?”
“Yes, but it’s out right now. Want All Girl Anal Party #17 instead?”
Anyhow. Back to my own actual porn. Furry porn, of course.
Check out Extra Lucky Pierre in the final panel.
Oh my my. Can’t imagine I would last long like that.
I wish I had a man. Obviously. I want sex and cuddles and awesome conversation. If I had all of those from one man, I would marry the heck out of that dude.
I have the king sized bed! Now I just need the boys.
Anyone got a really good Groupon for male prostitutes? And do they accept 7-11 reward points in lieu of cash?
Of course, I could probably find a ‘hookup’ on any number of apps. Like Growlr, which is like Grindr (gay hookup app) but for bears and those who love us.
But I dunno. In a weird way I would prefer prostitutes. That way the whole thing is very very clearly just about recreational sex with no possibility of romance, and I could relax and just have fun exploring my sexuality.
Hookups are, ironically, too impersonal.
Gee Fru, are you into piss?
Yup. The other too. But it’s all theoretical. I have no idea what would happen if I tried it out in the real world.
Might get nauseous, might have the best fucking night of my life.
And the best night of fucking in my life.
I’m positive I would piss for, with, on, or into another man. The idea of someone drinking straight from my hose turns me on immensely.
And I would at least try theirs. The idea is very sexy to me but ideas do not have a flavour or an odour. But I would give it a shot.
As for the other, that will likely remain theoretical forever, unless it’s to provide for another. That I would do.
More after the break.
Great, now I’m really thirsty.
Well I wasn’t going to write till I had my ordered-in food for the night. But Skip the Dishes managed to completely fail at delivering my food, so now I have to order again.
Fuck it. I am ordering from the Kingwood Pub. They have never let me down.
Now where was I…. oh right, porn!
How could I have forgotten? Porn is so awesome!
Then again, not all of my images are about sex.
Some are about cuddles!
Those who know me online in my Fruvous fursona know that I am super cuddly and love snuggling up and being cuddly close more than damn near anything else.
So I love images like these. They make me feel warm and good. They make me feel like the world is not such a cold and dark place after all.
I think sometimes people get sick of my always wanting to cuddle. I admit it’s out of control in a very mild and adorable way.
Patient readers will remember my “thirsty dog” post. Well my constant craving for love and affection is definitely my thirsty dog. It’s a burning insatiable need that I can’t imagine not being there and it’s paradoxical because I desperately want to be close to people but also can’t stand to be close to them because I get scared.
Nobody ever said a person’s psyche had to make sense, I suppose.
My therapist said anxiety comes from inner conflict. Hmmm.
That is one lucky bear. Not only does he have awesome friends, clearly they all come… with benefits. So to speak.
There’s a party in my mouth and everyone’s coming!
Okay, I am done now.
You can tell that black bear is a bottom because his dream is just unlimited cocks and cum as far as the eye can see.
I can dig it. I;m flexible, but like I said before, deep down I am more bottom than top. I dream of a cock buffet just like this one, with more than enough manhood present to keep both ends stuffed all night long.
My food won’t be here until 9:46 pm. Fuck. I am tempted to just cancel everything and eat what I already have.
But I am irrationally stubborn and refuse to give up until I have MADE Skip the Dishes do the thing they should have done in the first place!
I am not crazy.
Well, not in the kooky in the coconut sense anyhow.
One more pic.
I love the candidness of the pose. Like we just happened to have caught him taking his tighty whities on or off.
I vote “off”. But I might be biased.
This conclused tonight’s sampling of the wide and wonderful world of gay furry porn. Or at least, the stuff I can post without getting in trouble.
Sucks to not be able to share all of me in the world but oppression.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.