Yeah, so sad… Loneliness is not a popular topic, as was noted by one of our loyal readers. So, as an author who is true to his fans I decided to discuss a definitely more popular topic of Lust. Trust me, cats know all about lust, while humans know…nothing. Here is the field I can conquer in a shorter time than Hitler was done with France. Surrender, my dear readers, for we are to discuss something that I am sure is on your mind, but you are far from even getting close to knowing how to approach it. Learn from the best – learn from Cats!
As per dictionary lust is “To have an intense or obsessive desire, especially one that is sexual”. A bit more from Thesaurus with some synonyms: “A strong wanting of what promises enjoyment or pleasure: appetite, craving, desire, hunger, itch, longing, thirst”. Oh, yeah, that is what humans have: an appetite, a desire, that is unfortunately never satisfied. As a cat I see it all, my dears. Especially the UNSATISFIED part. The problem is – humans got big brains that prevent them from feeding their appetites and enjoying the process. Humans think….and think, and think, and think. How misfortunate for them. Your appetites are there to be satisfied, not thought about. Lust is wild, lust is instinctual, lust is primal, lust is so healthy when pursued.
You, the creatures of brains and habits, are unable to give in. You think you are able? Let’s see. Raise your hand if you got married or are dating a guy/gal who you have lusted after. And I mean REALLY lusted after. What, no one? Trust me, I watch all these so called romantic comedies. All of them without exception make me puke. “Why do you like him/her?” “Because she/he is smart and funny!” Please! Smart and funny? As a cat I don’t understand either smart or funny or a combination of both. Where is a sex appeal in smart and funny? Where is “I want her because I can’t imagine my bed without her? Or I need to make love to her every day?” Where is “Just by looking at him I get all wet?”
How sorry I am for you, dear humans. May be I murr and purr, but I also have very deep conversations with my Mistress to teach her the TRUE way to live. Till recently she was living in total darkness. There were so few pleasures in her life. It was all about duty, responsibility, and other boring ways to exist. Then I was adopted by her and now I teach her to develop her senses, to sharpen them to the extent to which she is able to disconnect her brain and to trust her instincts completely. She makes progress, needless to say. For instance, this morning she came back home glowing. Of course, I smelled the true source of her happiness. She was made love to. Sweetly, sensually, delightfully. My Lady is always well groomed and looks attractive. But this morning she came in and didn’t look well groomed. She rather had this aura of pure sex appeal without the groomed part. Artistic chaos, impro, abstractionism, desire.
Now, let’s see. Which one of you lately had a GREAT sex? The one where you gasp for air, the one that makes you moan from pleasure, that makes your head spin and your body instantly ache for more? What was the last time you were wet, sweaty, and totally careless about how you look or about what position you assume? What was the last time you gave oral because you desperately wanted to, and not because you were asked by your lover (probably several times)? What was the last time you gave in completely without weighing things in your head: am I tired or not; can we do it now – children are in the house? what will she think if I do this or that to her? Etc.
As a cat, I have a great oversight of human lustful activities. Sad to see, sad to comment on. Even the word “lust” on its own presents some kind of a negative connotation. Desire is not right. It’s immoral, human say. Well at least in monotheistic societies they say that. The fact that sexual act is depicted on your TV screen doesn’t mean humans know how to desire. They don’t smell, they don’t touch, they don’t hear. Basically, they don’t know pleasure. They don’t know how to give pleasure. Instead, they look for “smart and funny”. Imagine your whole lives spent with this smart and funny character!
I am not preaching polygamy or anything like that. I am a cat, who knows loyalty. I am loyal to my Mistress and will give my heart for her…as long as she keeps feeding me. What I am trying to preach is for humans to learn to use and to profess in what Mother Nature granted them. Animal instincts. Embrace them, explore them, give in to them from time to time, so you know what it means to LIVE. Go all in. Thinking how much I need to give and what I’d get in return would ruin the flavor, if there ever was any. Give your lover as much as you are able to give at the moment and take as much as he or she is able to give.
Oh, but it might not last you say. These lustful episodes usually don’t last. I agree, sometimes they don’t. Partially, due to a simple obstacle: you just suck at sex. (Sorry to mention!) At times though, it’s because you are unwilling to make your pleasures last. You suppress your desires by coming up with an excuse: I am too old; we are married for so long – it’s boring; that’s a public beach. Well, yes, that’s a public beach, my dears, and yes, you are married/dating for so long, you forgot how your lover smells after you made love to him/her. Shame on you. You need to learn to please and be pleased, you need to look again like a VWSW (very well shagged woman) or man, for that matter. You need to learn to be happy lusting and being lusted after. Does it really matter how long it lasts as long as at that moment you give it all you’ve got? And would you stop judging my cat senses?
Ask yourself: what was the last time my lust was fully satisfied in an unforgettable way?
Vote on the left, comment below, have a great hot night and wake up wet and lusting. Yours truly….
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My dear insigtfull doctor!
ReplyDeleteI read your wise insights and am astonished by the depth of your cat`s thought. Should I say that your topic about confused gender roles made me even more confused with mine - that ended up in furious meyouing (I think i am little bit cat too)on my poor husbund who (i can imagine) is definitely satisfied with his. Why do we women always have something we are not satisfied with while our men seem to rest calmfully on some tranquill island half meter away?
On your last comment you call us to listen to our instincts and give up to LUST. Well, a cat wich sleeps in me waked up and was ready for a wild meyauuu , but what about some other instincts - some violent, destructive instincts wich are there deep iside this non socialized creature?
Waiting for your comments,
with friendly purrs