It’s the thrill of the chase. Hunter vs. hunted. There’s an instinctive, primal sense of want and desire deep within me (44M) yearning for that unspoken connection with a woman who wants to be wanted in that way. It’s communicated just through looks. Having the guts to connect, eye to eye, exposing those intimate desires, making oneself vulnerable.

The pursuit, earning that prize, and in it, each of us deeming each other worthy of it. Envisioning that moment when all of our passion, all the intensity, the painfully delicious waiting is rewarded as my balls tighten and I spill my seed deep in your womb. That natural sense of purpose quenched, even for a few brief seconds, triggers your own orgasm, our primal selves each physically responding to each other’s climaxes, knowing we’ve accomplished something we’ve both wanted, even if there’s a qualification period needed.

You make me want you, triggering my primal drive to put myself inside you and create life with you. It feels too much to overcome sometimes. But the feeling you give me that you want it — NEED it — as badly as I do fills me to the brim with validation and intention, and it only makes me want to give you more.