The Angry Environmentalist

Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. I spent all day yesterday in an intolerably good mood. To make things worse, when Yin arrived she also appeared to be in a good mood. This is not what it takes to have hot, sweaty, kick your ass style, erotically funky angry sex.

So, to try and salvage the weekend, I’m on the hunt for something that Yin and I can get angry about. That shouldn’t be too hard, should it?

Food shortage: the ongoing articles about the world’s food shortage seems like not a bad place to start. Between the rampant speculation in commodities which occurs at an income level at least one or two notches above ours (reported as one of the causes that food prices for all are increasing) and the ongoing reportedly wrongheaded movement to use some large part of the world’s crop production for biofuel (ostensibly so that no one has to forgo being able to drive to the local market and stare at all the empty shelves where the food used for their fuel to get there would otherwise be available to purchase and eat), you would think this would be a fertile category for anger. However, in thinking about it, I can’t see maintaining my anger during the midst of strapping Yin down with commercially produced means of bondage made from leather which could have been fried and eaten as pork rinds (or beef rinds…??) or wanting to hot headedly slide a banana in and out of certain of Yin’s orifices while it could instead be used on top of an ice cream concoction next to red cherries and then used to feed an otherwise hungry wannabe overweight person.

Global warming: The world population’s desire to smother itself out of physical existance and join the ranks of the mastodons and pterodactyls as things which used to inhabit this planet seems like another likely source for anger. I mean, afterall, if someone from the Gore/Clinton camp maintains it as the truth that’s like something straight from the Bible, isn’t it??? But, in thinking further about that, how can it be known that the writer of that manuscript (and the Koran and whatever other authentically maintained items of the Creator’s word exist) was in the freshest part of his/her day while listening and writing down the words of wisdom being imparted by the Creator for reproduction and distribution to the rest of us for all the remainder of eternity. What if there was some ‘mistranscription’ going on because it was 11:00 p.m. at night and the word of the Creator just wasn’t exciting enough to rivet the writer’s attention? The possible implications are mindboggling. Were there any gaps in attention span that caused the notepad to contain blank spots where the writer had to go back later and fill in the holes with whatever sounded best to him/her? I guarantee if there were the writer wouldn’t just go ask the Creator for a re-do because things were getting a little drowsy for the writer while listening the first time. I think I need to know the writer’s last name doesn’t link up with someone whose last name now currently begins with a letter G or C before I’m going to get too excited about following along with what the manuscript says. Damn, now I’m way off base over anything close to anger about global warming. What if it’s just not true, and here I am all uptight and pissed and wanting to madly fuck and use Yin over it? It’d be like a dishonest angry fuck. Or at least, a mis-stated angry fuck. I just don’t think I would cum as hard.

The Environment: Yes, I know, this is in a similar vein as Global Warming and related in probably many ways. However, in search of what it takes to have good angry sex I’m not going to split hairs and rule out possible sources of anger. There are many things about the environment which make me angry, when I sit down and think about them. One, for all the environment that I’ve been able to exist in during my time here I have yet to find that part of it which has anything similar to gold, oil or diamonds I could discover and live large off of. Others have done this, so why does the environment discriminate against me in this way? I get easily pissed over this. Two, how come my part of the environment doesn’t have white sandy beaches, blue water, and consistently warm comfortable temperatures? Other people have been privileged to enjoy these things. I think the environment may just not like me, and that really pisses me off. In fact, I’m getting so pissed that I’m starting to get slightly erect just thinking about tying Yin, naked and tanned, to a coconut tree so I can spank her for awhile to work off some of my steam. Third, I have never- not even one time -been able to look out my window and view a mountain range off in the distance. Sure, I’ve seen them while traveling, but that’s just not the same. Why should I have to go to them? It seems like it would be just as easy for the environment to bring them to me. I’m very, very, very mad about this. Others get to exist as the center of the universe. Why not me too? Hmmmm….I think I’m on the right track. I’m very hard now, and my balls are incredibly tight with the need for release…as I sit here thinking about how I just need to take Yin, strip her down, and fuck her endlessly to work off all my frustrations over the environment. Fourth, for all the treehugging, vegan eating people who continually profess their love for the environment and all that it does for us as a species, I continually fail to have a similar appreciation for the environment when it never fails to dissapoint me in not producing the raw material necessary to have clothes for Yin to wear that cause her to appear appropriately attired to the rest of the world, but naked, primed and ready to fuck to me. I’m really, really pissed about this. It gets back, also, to the center of the universe thing I know, but I simply don’t think this is an unreasonable expectation. I had been thinking of green angry sex in order to do my part. See: http://blogs.takepart.com/2008/04/09/top-10-ways-to-green-up-your-sex-life/. But I don’t think- for all its denial of the good things in life to me -that the environment is deserving of it.

This is starting to seem like a lot of work. Damn my good mood. It’s cheating me out of a decent session of angry sex with Yin.

Angry Sex: A Report

The evening before last Yin and I were together after an involuntary period of abstinence between us.

During this drought of each other’s physical company, Yin and I discovered that we each got greatly turned on by seeing the other angry in various situations we each had foisted upon us in our careers. This, I think, was a discovery that neither of us had made before.

So when we were together this week all I had on my mind was the sight of Yin’s temper. She’s so fucking hot when she’s mad. Her eyes blaze, her facial expression takes on a different appearance, her walk and demeanor are very focused. I want to take her. I want to insert myself right in the middle of what she’s feeling. Fuck, I’m a guy, I want to use her right then and there…see her sex, watch her struggle, feel her passion up close and personal. Does her pussy feel different when she’s pissed? Does she taste different? How does she fuck?

To add to what I was already feeling, I also noticed a different scent when Yin first arrived. She said, innocently enough, that it was something she’s worn before called Happy. I don’t recall it. I also don’t think it’s called Happy. I think it’s called Do Me Now. Yin was definitely working me. Growl.

After a short amount of conversation I wanted to feel Yin…a little…because I had plans for a long evening with her. I handed Yin a chrome ring to put on my cock and balls. I love watching her work with my package. She’s an expert. After a little handling, a little licking, a little sucking…to lubricate everything (she had to take a break after she got the ring around my balls, because my cock got too fond of her attention) she got the ring on. Perfect.

We spent the evening alternating between cooking, talking, and having Yin work my cock. It was bulging and veiny…it felt and looked so hot as she licked it and sucked it. I tied her arms behind her back and held her hair in my hands as I slid her head up and down it’s length. I rubbed it around her face, mouth and tongue. I put her mouth on my balls and she licked and kissed them.

Yin gives blowjobs like no other. I didn’t let her have my cum though. I had plans, actually, to save it for this weekend. Those plans fell through when we went to bed.

This time sex between us was different. A little more forceful. A little less gentle. It was actually so good that I’m not sure I can recount it here in great detail. In fact, I know I can’t. I’ve not had sex like that before. I started out with no intention of cumming. In fact, I started out with no intention of even fucking Yin. I was just going to tease her, taunt her with my cock, maybe even take her to the point of begging to have it….and then saying no…not until this weekend. The idea of getting her to the point where she needs my cock so bad she’d beg for it…mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…erotic. But, like I said, those plans all fell through. I’m not sure at what point it happened, but there came a moment when I simply had to be inside Yin. Right then. No waiting. I wanted her so bad. Despite all my intentions to the contrary, I took her. I fucked her. Hard. Fast. Furiously. I came so hard I thought I was going to literally explode.

I love Yin. I love us. I can’t wait for this weekend. My mind is racing.