Pizza

Arianny Celeste, apparently. Not that I really care what her name is to be honest...

Arianny Celeste, apparently. Not that I really care what her name is to be honest…

I love eating pizza. When I’ve had a particularly trying day & I feel like a cheat meal, it’s one of the first meals that comes to mind. When the urge for carbohydrate satisfaction rises up in me, I’m physically compelled towards my pizza place of choice, practically salivating as my imagination runs wild.

I arrive & pay close attention to the different options. My mood or the situation can be different, so I consider all the options. Perhaps today I’d like something spicy, exotic or experimental. But inevitably, I know what I like & I choose it; a large Quattro Fromaggi, with extra spicy salami. It’s not to say other pizzas wouldn’t satisfy me, but I know this is how I like it.

As each minute passes, my imagination is further fuelled. My anticipation grows. By the time the moment has arrived & the pizza is on the table, I can’t wait any longer. I savour every bite. I wonder if it’s the most delicious pizza I’ve ever had. Every mouthful is superb, & I quickly reach for more. Piece after piece goes down, all very enjoyable.

After about the third piece, that initial excitement is dampened somewhat. My mouth has become accustomed to the taste once again. Although I still enjoy it, once my appetite & imagination fueled anticipation have been sated, the reality of the taste comes back to me. It’s still reasonably enjoyable but with no premium over other foods I could have had instead.

By the sixth or seventh piece, it’s become quite laborious. I feel like I still do enjoy it, but wouldn’t be that bothered to finish it. But because of the investment I’ve put in to get this pizza in front of me, I feel obliged to finish it. I continue on, finishing the pizza until I feel completely exhausted. At that point, typically I just want to be at home & crashing out alone.

I love having sex with girls. When I’ve had a particularly trying day & I feel like having sex, it’s one of the first things that comes to mind. When the urge for sexual satisfaction rises up in me, I’m physically compelled towards my girls of choice, practically salivating as my imagination runs wild.

I check my phone & pay close attention to the different girls I know. My mood or the situation can be different, so I consider all the options. Perhaps today I’d like a good blowjob, big breasts or someone aggressive. But inevitably, I know what I like & I choose it; a great ass to grab, eyes that tell me how much she needs me inside her, & a girl who also knows how to satisfy herself as well as me. It’s not to say other girls wouldn’t satisfy me. Sometimes they do but I know this is how I like it.

As each minute passes, my imagination is further fuelled. My anticipation grows. By the time the moment has arrived & the girl is at my place, I can’t wait any longer. I savour every kiss, every touch. I wonder if she’s the sexiest girl I’ve ever had. Every stroke is superb, & I quickly want for more. Orgasm after orgasm is exchanged, all very enjoyable.

After about the third meeting, that initial excitement is dampened somewhat. I’ve seen more of that person, & I’ve become accustomed to their personality, seeing little different once again. Although I still enjoy the sex, once my appetite & imagination fueled anticipation have been brought back down to earth; the reality of the sex comes back to me. It’s still reasonably enjoyable but with no premium over other girls I could have had instead.

By the sixth or seventh meeting, it’s become quite laborious. I feel like I still do enjoy it, but wouldn’t be that bothered to see her. But because of the investment I’ve put in to get this girl into my bed, I feel obliged to do her. I continue on, finishing the girl & myself, until I feel completely exhausted. At that point, typically I just want to be at home & crashing out alone.

And often I do, cancelling the rest of the days plans, instead complementing if I could have chosen to spend my time otherwise more wisely.

~ Unjaded

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