This isn’t about beastiality or sex with animals. So if that’s why you are reading this, please do not comment or like it or message me. Feel free to read, then go away.
As I have gone through life learning about my sexuality and what gets me off, I have continually been brought back to the same sexual focus. Breeding. For example, one year I went through a leather phase, but even though I thought leather was masculine and tough and sexy as fuck, I was actually more focused on unprotected sex while wearing leather.
For a while I was into fucking outdoors, but if someone would even mention condoms or protection, it didn’t matter how much wilderness was around us or how out in nature we were, I was not interested. It was the breeding/natural aspect to the sex that was most important to me, and my interest in sex with someone was based on wether or not they were going to let me pump my load into them wherever i wanted to.
It doesn’t seem to matter what peripheral theme or kink is around me, at the end of the day, breeding is what I need as a man. I’ve had people tell me that I need to get over it and that it is a weird kink, but I find those people to be so removed from their inner animal and survival instincts that it almost isn’t worth discussing with them.
Breeding is the most vanilla of all the sexual acts. It is the base essential foundation on which our entire spectrum of sexualities, sexual identities, fetishes, and fantasies are built on.
I don’t have a kink, I’m not an outlier. I am an animal and maybe that makes me come across as basic, but breeding and feeling that rush of satisfaction and euphoria that comes with being balls deep in somthing wet, hungry for my cock, and thirsty as fuck -and then unloading my aching balls deep inside might be the best feeling in the world. It is what makes my life truly worth it for me.
maybe that makes me so basic, I might just be an animal, not a civilized modern human. But honestly, I’d rather be an animal. Y’all can keep the social media, taxes, and gentrification. I’d rather be swinging my tool around the forest without a dime to my name and breeding whenever my partners were consensual. I don’t have a weird kink or fetish. Neither do you, so don’t hate. Embrace it, but remember, if it weren’t for men like me having the instinctual need to breed, none of you would be here today.