Now, in my part of the world, Spring is finally returning. After a rather long and cold winter, the resumption of spring is a wonderful thing. Spring is truly the happiest time of the year. Life is renewed, warmth returns, and we can look forward to beginning of months and months of nice, sunny weather, outdoor activities, and the general good cheer that sun and warmth brings about. After the recent events in my life, this spring is going to be especially enjoyed.
Of course, with the arrival of spring comes much beauty. There is not only the beauty of nature, blossoming trees and flowers, the songs of birds in the early morning, the smell of green grass, the soothing pleasures of a warm breeze, just to name a few, but there is of course the beauty of a seemingly dormant eroticism once again spreading over our world.
For me, as a man, I love the sights of women in spring. There is something so intoxicating about the suddenly less clothed females wandering about after a long winter. It is as if love and sex are in the air, as if an ancient and eternal mating ritual is starting all over again and the primal urges we all feel as earthly men and women spring up and overwhelm our beings. We suddenly see smalls hints of sexuality here and there: a low cut blouse, a pair of well fitting jeans or tights, a short and flimsy dress caressing a soft and curvaceous body. My being becomes so highly charged sexually during the spring it is hard to describe. All I can say is that I am glad I have the freedom to enjoy the erotic pleasures of spring as fully and completely as I can. Incapable of monogamy and driven all my life to live in freedom, not wanting to be tied down to one person or place, not wanting to be trapped in a potentially stifling yet socially approved marital situation, I find spring offers many rich delights indeed and feeds my deep need for sexual and erotic variety. Although I do need sex every day and I love the variety of different women, women who, like me, also enjoy sexual variety, mind you, this does not mean necessarily bedding various women; but rather, it simply means freely enjoying the various and often quiet, subtle ways eroticism manifests itself in our world. Sex may or may not always come with that.
Yes, how I love women. I love women and beautiful women. I love exploring the sexuality and eroticism of women. I love how spring brings these wonderful mysteries of our world out in full, announcing to us all that it is time once again to enjoy life, both the sights and sounds and pleasures of all that life can bring. Life is after all the glorious and beautiful creation of God. And for me, erotic pleasures are one of the most wonderful gifts God has given this world.