The Provocateur
If you love great erotica, you must visit The Provocateur . True to his name, this author will provoke you, but in the most delicious of ways.
For instance, this, from a post entitled, Animal :
Always: You are the emotional wall that I batter my ram against in some effort to understand this world better. Because here and now, in the face of you – I know nothing. I am nothing beyond this. Here and now. I am an animal. And our naked bodies, glistening with sweat and strain and tortured ecstasy slap together as the sound of all my fiery worlds colliding.
Your heaving chest as the Alps. Your cunt as the wettest, fertile valley. And your legs as the roads that lead me to your hungry, wet hole in this earth.
Anything less than this is unacceptable.
I am animal. And so are you.
Please and yes, indeed. You could write a book on how cool AP is.
It is like bring struck in your inner secret mind by the most delectable erotic hammer. Hypnotizing.
Liras,
Delectable erotic hammer - that’s a good way to put it!
AP?? For Agent Provocateur?
Yes. AP for Agent Provocateur.
The great way his mind works, I am ready to say “AP for President.”
He is The, not Agent per se, but I can’t help but think of him as such., He is the method, the means of expanding my own mind about the male gaze, male thoughts on women, sex and intimacy. He is able to command and drive my consciousness to places that I rarely visit.
Thus, I deem him AP.
Amazing! Much Mahalos for linking him.
Rosa,
You’re right, amazing. And you’re welcome.
I’ve had the Provocateur on my favorites list for a long time now, although I’ve yet to comment on his posts (but that’s normal since I read it all first and ponder). This one on ‘animal’ is one of his best and is truly provocative since it begs the question of why so many of us are afraid of our animal nature. Perhaps that is one reason we so often demean animals - because they exhibit no pomposity or pretensions - the overcoats of the most shallow lives.
Kaz,
Perhaps that is one reason we so often demean animals - because they exhibit no pomposity or pretensions - the overcoats of the most shallow lives.
Very interesting. Never thought of this in quite this way.