I sit back and look at sex sometimes it’s so animal.  So primal.  Basic.  Paper and pen.  No clothes.  All skin, sight and smell.  I put a dick in my mouth and I suck all over it and lick on it and it gets hard.  A soft thing.  The softest, smallest thing gets hard and long and big because I use my mouth on it.  A hand tucks the dick against a stomach and I lap at a pair of testicles.  I lick the skin with my tongue and someone makes noise.  I lick it a lot more.  More noise.  Call and response.  Everything is so basic.  It’s all rubbing private parts and putting body parts inside other body parts.  And then, right when I’m on my way to the hardest orgasm, this monster voice comes out of me, this voice guttural and demonic  and my body switches to this hard grind-thrust of whatever it needs and it’s like all of me is being worked by a remote control not in my hands.  My body taking what it needs.  Like an animal let loose from starvation on a chain.