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Human beings took our animal need for palatable food … and turned it into chocolate souffles with salted caramel cream. We took our ability to co-operate as a social species … and turned it into craft circles and bowling leagues and the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We took our capacity to make and use tools … and turned it into the Apollo moon landing. We took our uniquely precise ability to communicate through language … and turned it into King Lear.

None of these things are necessary for survival and reproduction. That is exactly what makes them so splendid. When we take our basic evolutionary wiring and transform it into something far beyond any prosaic matters of survival and reproduction … that’s when humanity is at its best. That’s when we show ourselves to be capable of creating meaning and joy, for ourselves and for one another. That’s when we’re most uniquely human.

And the same is true for sex. Human beings have a deep, hard-wired urge to replicate our DNA, instilled in us by millions of years of evolution. And we’ve turned it into an intense and delightful form of communication, intimacy, creativity, community, personal expression, transcendence, joy, pleasure, and love. Regardless of whether any DNA gets replicated in the process.

Why should we see this as sinful? What makes this any different from chocolate souffles and King Lear?
playfuldaniel
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drecksack2013:hotsexymarriedslut:

Every time I go to your office, Sir, I know this is where I belong. 

Angela might have been their newest intern, he thought as she kicked off her heels and quickly knelt on the ground, her hands freeing his cock, her eyes looking up at him as she took him between her soft lips, but she was a quick learning, figuring out almost immediately the only reason a woman, especially a sexy young woman, was needed in the office was to drain the balls of the male employees.She had taken to the position well, her clothes quickly becoming simple advertisements for her availability, wrappings to display and enhance her figure.  He knew for a fact that she didn’t wear panties, groaning as she leaned forward and swallowed his cock whole, her tongue reaching out to tickle his testicles, her hands pulling and rubbing at his flesh, doing everything in her power to pull his cum from him.  She was such a good intern, he thought as he grabbed her head and started to brutally skullfuck the sexy young bitch, trying to decide if he should finish deep in her throat or bend her over and fill her ass with his cum.  Or, he thought as skinny little blonde Erika, just out of high school,  walked into the room, his eyes devouring the slender morsel, he could pound Erika’s tight, wet cunt while Angela sat on her face and twisted her small pink nipples on her small chest.  That bitch, he thought as he pulled his cock from Angela’s throat and waved Erika over, had never really come to terms with being an office cum-[slut], which is why it was so much fun abusing her.

drecksack2013:

hotsexymarriedslut:

Every time I go to your office, Sir, I know this is where I belong. 

Angela might have been their newest intern, he thought as she kicked off her heels and quickly knelt on the ground, her hands freeing his cock, her eyes looking up at him as she took him between her soft lips, but she was a quick learning, figuring out almost immediately the only reason a woman, especially a sexy young woman, was needed in the office was to drain the balls of the male employees.

She had taken to the position well, her clothes quickly becoming simple advertisements for her availability, wrappings to display and enhance her figure.  He knew for a fact that she didn’t wear panties, groaning as she leaned forward and swallowed his cock whole, her tongue reaching out to tickle his testicles, her hands pulling and rubbing at his flesh, doing everything in her power to pull his cum from him. 

She was such a good intern, he thought as he grabbed her head and started to brutally skullfuck the sexy young bitch, trying to decide if he should finish deep in her throat or bend her over and fill her ass with his cum.  Or, he thought as skinny little blonde Erika, just out of high school,  walked into the room, his eyes devouring the slender morsel, he could pound Erika’s tight, wet cunt while Angela sat on her face and twisted her small pink nipples on her small chest.  That bitch, he thought as he pulled his cock from Angela’s throat and waved Erika over, had never really come to terms with being an office cum-[slut], which is why it was so much fun abusing her.