Julie Casey

by Horror Sleaze Trash on June 13, 2017

 

Julie Casey is an American writer hailing from the Midwestern city of Bloomington Illinois. Born June 12, 1968, she is the youngest of eight children. She has been writing poetry for nearly four decades. Recently she has decided to delve into the erotica genre of her creative outlet, and with that, has found an immense degree of satisfaction and success with the transition into the more deviant aspects of her art. Along with her poetry, she has written articles for several publications and online blog sites. She has had her work featured in Little Raven Publishing, Rebelle Society, and Horror Sleaze Trash. Her writing is definitely her passion, combined with her lack of inhibitions, her intemse imagination makes for a titillating read.

 


 

Sexual Deviancy

By Julie M. Casey

 

All human beings are sexual creatures deep down inside, but some of us like to delve into those dark areas where pleasure meets pain. It is in those moments that we feel the most desirable, and undeniably the most alive. Almost euphoric in many ways,  as your mind races back and forth between enjoyment and torment. Safe words are for pussies, the whole point is to push you past your limits, then bring you back just enough until the next round of affliction begins. Hearing the sound of sweat drenched flesh smacking against one another with each violent thrust, as the moans of anguish echo in the room. It is, without a doubt, the most hauntingly erotic utterance to ever fill the air. And the lecherous ganders in between uncontrollable winces only intensifies the need to dredge even further into this spectrum of deviance that is consuming you. Then finally coming to that pinnacle point where your bodies begin to surrender on their own almost melodiously and nearly mimicking the sounds of animal like growls. Both bodies simultaneously collapsing from exhaustion, as your lungs desperately gasp for oxygen. The brain flooded by oxytocin leaving you unable to think, let alone form a sentence. The flesh becomes numb, and your limbs almost paralyzed from the immeasurable climax to which you have just peaked. Yes, this is exactly why we take it to an almost corruptive level of extreme, because absolutely nothing else even begins to compare to this anomalous exultation. Anything less seems to be a waste of our time. And although having a partner who shares your addiction to the darker side of sex is delicious, introducing a newby into that world is just as titillating. Their fear of the unknown combined with their curiosity that killed that proverbial cat makes for a wickedly enjoyable copulation fest. Their First timers are fun to tease, their breathy pleas can make you wet without any coital reciprocation at all. Sadomasochism has been around for thousands of years. One can only assume it was the preferred method of Neanderthal love making. And though our modern day version includes toys, latex, and ligatures, it still has the basic fundamentals of pleasurable pain and fierce mind fucking. For those of you who abstain from the filthier side of sex, I implore you to keep in mind the old adage of “Don’t knock til you try it!”, I assure you that the more deviant facets of sexual copulation are the most tantalizing. Thrust yourself out of missionary comfort zone and allow your mind, body, and soul to be fucked like it has never been fucked before., but will surely have you craving it once again.

 

 

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