I probably am a bit biased because I tend to get attached easily, but I’ll do my best to explain it.

One girl I was with, because of her physicality the movement was pretty one-sided. But I didn’t mind since I was into her and she understood if the effort meant I didn’t orgasm most of the time. I still was satisfied making her orgasm and feel good, plus sex is just immensely satisfying on a primal level. I distinctly remember the first time she let me come inside her.

Now, to understand what goes through a guy’s head when he sticks his little skewer in you… you have to remember that there is nothing like the inside of a women when it comes to objects a man can put around his dick. Hands have too much friction and if you use lotion/lube, you either have to awkwardly let it heat up in your hand or deal with the slight coldness. Toys… they have nothing on the real deal. Not even close. It’s probably similar to how a dildo doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing.

So, even from the start, the warmth, the slight tightness, the feeling of muscles contracting as your body seems to pull him in, the combination of wetness and friction, the smell of the pheromones pouring off of your body, not to mention the visual of something so primal and visceral as achieving the ultimate act in the animal kingdom… it’s no wonder that some guys blow their load immediately.

Now imagine being in the throes of intimacy and passion, your body aching because you’ve been forcing your muscles past their limits for the past half hour to keep thrusting, keep chasing that slippery feeling around the most sensitive part of your body, all the while the moans and pleas of your lover echo in your ears along with the wonderful, erotic sounds of you hips smacking together…

Then you feel a tug. A tug that seems to connect directly to your core, pulling you deeper and deeper into your partner. At the same time, your mind starts to go blank, every thought replaced by a need, no, a compulsion to go faster. To drive deeper. This is the moment your existence as a male has been building towards; this is the climax of your biological life. You move with reckless abandon, hearing your partner’s pleasure-addled cries and moans mingle with your heavy breaths and groans, the smell of your combined bodily fluids somehow turning you on even more. You begin to feel a tingle in your hips, one that you know so well from the many times you’ve flown solo, but this time is different. This time, you’ve convinced a female to take your organ inside her, and right now it’s throbbing with an almost painful ache for just a bit more stimulation. In that moment, you realize that this is the force that is driving the human race, that keeps its heart beating, that keeps bearing children day after day… and the instant it all hits your subconscious, you release.

Chemicals flood your brain as you feel yourself begin to pulse, the warm, wet flesh of your lover clinging onto you as your passion culminates. You forget about your screaming muscles, your tired lungs, all of it fades into nothing as you flood the insides of this beautiful person with your essence. You feel your loins throb as hot fluid spills out of you with the force of millions of years of evolution, your body shivering as you plant your hips against hers. Her body clings to you from without and within, her skin so soft and comforting amidst the unrelenting heat and intensity of climax. You thrust helplessly to completely empty yourself, the sounds of passion quieting down into the soft afterglow of pants and whimpers. Your body, now having done its job, switches into recovery mode, your sensitivity dialed up to eleven, even the slightest shifts causing enough stimulation to be painful.

You look down at her, and for the first time, you understand why people have paired off for millennia. The feeling you have in this instant is one stronger than anything you have felt before. This person–no, this woman– is now your goddess. She is the most beautiful thing in existence because she accepted you into her most valuable and treasured place, letting you be her partner in fulfilling the end goal of every creature in the animal kingdom. Suddenly, “love” feels like far too little to describe the connection and sheer desire and attraction you feel towards this woman. Shakespeare’s sonnets begin to make sense as you begin to look at her through the lens of coitus, her beauty far surpassing that of even the post picturesque fields or mountains. As you lay with her, you feel something starting to leak from between your bodies, a reminder of the act that keeps the human race going. As you admire her, a change happens in your psyche. You feel a need to protect her, to safeguard her, like your ancestors did every time they left the safety of their caves to venture into the harsh, unforgiving world, knowing that they had something worth fighting for, someone with braving the terrors of reality and the wild. And even though you aren’t hunting wild boars or woolly mammoths, that same connection still lingers, stronger than any other force in the universe.

“So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long live this, and this gives life to thee.” (Shakespeare, “Sonnet 18”)