Quinn's Chronicles

Man

These primal feelings of lust and being more a creature than a man are what binds the confidence in my identity together. Despite the urge to maintain my ego, I care little of the opinions of most. I must simply hide among the mundane. I have the urge to growl, to nuzzle into my lovers, to express myself similar to that of a fox or a cat but not quite either. My physical hearing is more sensitive than other beings. They that said there will always be someone "bigger and better" were speaking truthfully. I know what I know, much out of these experiences, some out of choosing to believe, and its remainder from observing other practitioners that are "bigger fish" than me. The metaphysical has become my preferred field of science, to understand the texts of the past and have my own, "unified theory of everything." Admittedly, I should have more knowledge of history, those before this time; had I studied the way I was meant to for my occult studies. I sought to understand the power of my spirit, mind, and body.

Sex. I am subjected to the cycles and waves of this universe and consequently cannot escape this fate. Reincarnation is often through bloodline decent. I can choose to avoid it or give in to these desires. I am willing to please in return for being pleased. Being empathic as a man gives great satisfaction. It allows me to know a woman's body and mind intimately, and when two Fae court the imprint can be felt across space and through time. Using the spirit and the body simultaneously during sex is a wonderful thing.

Of the desirable traits a man could have, I was fortunate enough to be gifted with sex organs much larger and smoother than most. I believe I know how to use it properly. It pleases me most when a woman expresses extreme pleasure, losing their mind being broken by my bury; my mind, body and soul penetrating, and rubbing against, in a deep and passionate mating. I wish to hear the moans and screams of the scratches left bleeding and bites. I desire to be milked of my seed by women of all shapes and sizes. I desire to hear being praised and begged for, begged to bury into and be left in an intense heat of magick and orgasm. I believe that I have a libido compared to a prisoner that hadn't seen a woman in many years. I am however not very front with these desires to mate with this high libido and perversion. I best attempt to commit myself to my gentleman's code to respect women and be chivalrous.

Sometimes I am afraid to be seen in the light as nothing more than just a pervert. I enjoy being desired before myself hinting of desire directly. Quite perverted I can be, often as though an automated function of the human machine to ponder and pursue courtship. As I am one who cares little for these vessels of flesh, I seek those with intellect and a deep desire to be pleasured and those with souls more beautiful than their prisons, though I do have preferences and I am also guilty of flirting promiscuously and pursuing a good time. Pleasure is pleasing but I yet not know what pleases me best. I desire to explore and unleash this lust. Some lovers enjoy the experience of sensing my knotting between the legs of their spirit.

Though born male in this lifetime, there were fragments in the past that had experienced lifetimes as female. I care not for either being born either gender in particular; both with their advantages and disadvantages. Women however, are much more likely to be born with sensitive psychic senses of certain types. I believe that women are physically capable of experiencing more pleasure than men with their capacity to orgasm many times more than men. Our penises can be crushed and bent. It's difficult to aim with, irritated rubbing up against trousers, and difficult to hide an erection. What's worse is some trousers encourage erections by feeling just so damn good. The pleasure of an ejaculation for a male in my opinion, which can often happen only once in fifteen minutes, is comparable to sipping a fresh cup of tea than to be entirely satisfied with the mere act of having an orgasm. At times I feel driven to relieve myself or suffer thinking unclearly in a day. Admittedly I am somewhat attracted to the relief I feel after these acts. While both the orgasm and the act of sex are often enjoyable, there is more pleasure and satisfaction having built up my seed and finishing at the same time after being on the edge of losing our minds in pleasure. This feels quite natural and lewd. It amazes me how many men do not understand the pleasures of sex yet are driven by it.

I pondered if perhaps there was a connection to awareness of disease and its prevention. Perhaps there were a way to manipulate my cells with my mind to provide defenses against known threats. This train of thought may have began with the awareness that I am but an entity in an organism that consumes other organisms to sustain itself, or perhaps through the side of being a soldier in past lives. There are places in the world that practice the medicine of chant and vibration, the intent of belief in having been healed to rid of an ailment difficult to evict.

Though most of my scarring has faded, there are moments of self mutilation that I would start to enjoy, observing as the pain consumed the itch that couldn't be scratched. I became a bit of a masochist for being scratched, bit, and clawed at. I enjoy being sensually rubbed and observed intently as they reach for the places that cause my breath to turn into a panting of lust. Feeling the sensation of my ear tugged on by their fangs, suckled, growled into while wrestling for assertion, roughly handled with our deep desires radiating brightly through our auras. I enjoy the light burning sensation leaving scars in the heat of passion as though to be devoured by my lover's power. I wish to be burning against their touch in a pleasing manner, engulfed in their presence and pressed up against their being gasping for air out of the inescapable moans.

Men have often been demonized in society as being violent. People are less likely to forgive men. Man or woman, often it only takes one wrong mistake, one accident or regret to be labelled a wrongdoer. Those who cannot control their own mind and desires will succumb to a terrible fate.