Semen Shower: Where Do You Desire?

The rain hammered against the windows of my small cabin, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic drumming in my own chest. Outside, the forest pressed in, dark and dense, a silent observer to the primal urges that had taken root within me. I’d been wrestling with a particularly potent question all day, one that had burrowed its way into my thoughts and refused to leave: Where would I like my semen to go? It wasn’t a casual musing, not a fleeting fancy. It was a deep, insistent craving, a yearning that felt both ancient and utterly new.

The image of my future wife flashed in my mind, a woman sculpted from moonlight and desire. I envisioned her skin, pale and smooth, her eyes the color of jade, her body a masterpiece of curves and shadows. The thought of her pleasure, her ecstasy, fueled the fire within me, making my breath catch in my throat. To shower her with my seed, to coat her in a sticky, golden rain, felt like a sacred ritual, a communion of souls. Her face, her tits, her stomach, her back, her ass – each inch of her flesh, a potential canvas for my offering. Even the idea of cumming directly into her pussy, her outer lips submerged in my viscous offering, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. The visual alone was enough to make me tremble. The thought of her outer lips and clit, slick with my cum, was a particularly potent image, one that left me breathless and desperate.

But despite the overwhelming desire to scatter my seed across her entire body, a deeper, more primal instinct pulled me towards a different destination. A place where intimacy transcended mere touch, where every nerve ending in her body would ignite with pleasure. I wanted to plunge deep, to lose myself within the confines of her pussy, to become one with her essence. I imagined my cock, fully erect and throbbing, nestled against her outer lips, the base of my manhood pressed firmly against her clitoris. My shaft, long and thick, would coil around her inner walls, filling her with an almost unbearable heat. Every inch of my flesh, every fiber of my being, would be submerged in her intoxicating depths. The sensation of her outer lips resting on the base of my cock, her inner walls cradling my entire length, would be an experience beyond description, a symphony of pleasure that would leave her weak and trembling.

As I traced the curve of my own body in the reflection of the rain-streaked window, I felt a surge of heat rise within me, a burning need to unleash the torrent of desire that had been building within me. It wasn’t just about pleasure; it was about connection, about surrendering to the raw, unbridled power of our instincts. The thought of her being completely consumed by the sheer volume of my load, her pussy overflowing with a sticky, golden deluge, filled me with an almost unbearable anticipation. I imagined her moaning, her body arching in pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. The image was so vivid, so visceral, that I could almost feel the heat radiating from her pores.

I reached out, my hand instinctively seeking the cool smoothness of the wooden table before me. My fingers traced the grain, grounding me in the present moment, as the rain continued its relentless assault on the cabin walls. The question lingered in my mind, insistent and demanding an answer. Was my desire for deep penetration universal? Did all men share this primal urge, this yearning to lose themselves within the confines of another's pussy?

Turning my attention to the female perspective, I pondered the possibilities. Did women share my enthusiasm for oral gratification? Were they just as eager to receive a load in their mouths, on their faces, or even on their tits? The thought of my cum coating her lips, dribbling down her chin, was both exhilarating and slightly repulsive. The image of my semen coating her tits, clinging to her skin like golden honey, was equally captivating. Could I imagine the sensation of my load soaking into her flesh, saturating her pores with my essence?

The idea of receiving a load in her pussy, while undeniably pleasurable, felt like a concession, a surrender to societal norms. I wanted more than just pleasure; I wanted a complete immersion, a merging of our bodies and souls. Perhaps my desire for deep penetration stemmed from a fundamental need to dominate, to possess, to control. Or perhaps it was simply a reflection of my own primal instincts, a yearning for the raw, uninhibited expression of our most basic desires.

As the rain began to subside, a sliver of moonlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the cabin in a soft, ethereal glow. The air grew still, the only sound the gentle drip of water from the eaves. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to fully embrace the intensity of my thoughts, the heat of my desire. I wasn't just contemplating where my semen might go; I was preparing myself for the experience, mentally and physically. Every muscle in my body tensed, anticipating the release, the explosion of pleasure that was sure to follow.

The cabin door creaked open, and a woman stepped inside. She was everything I had envisioned, even more beautiful than I could have imagined. Her skin was pale and luminous, her eyes the color of jade, her body a masterpiece of curves and shadows. She wore a simple white dress that clung to her form, revealing the delicate curve of her breasts and the gentle swell of her hips. As she took in the room, her gaze met mine, and a flicker of recognition passed between us. She knew what I wanted, what I was yearning for. She understood the primal language of desire, the unspoken communication between bodies.

As I stood before her, the rain having finally ceased, I felt a sense of inevitability wash over me. The question of where my semen should go had been answered, not by logic or reason, but by the raw, undeniable force of my own lust. I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, and gently brushed her cheek. Her eyes closed in anticipation, and I knew that the time for pleasure had arrived. It was time to unleash the torrent of desire that had been building within me, to fill her body with my sticky, golden rain, and to lose myself in the intoxicating depths of her pussy. The world faded away, and there was only her, her body, and the burning desire that consumed us both. The rain had stopped, but the storm within me had just begun.

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