Lust’s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

– Marquis de Sade

What do you feel when you are in lust? Is it an emotion, like love or hate? Is it a sense- like seeing or hearing? Or is it a physical sensation, like hunger, thirst, or a need that your physical being seeks?

(…“Fuck! He is so adorable. He is a stud/cute boy/Harrison/DILF/etc.! I am so attracted to him!…)

The words to express lust, perhaps, but not the feeling? The feeling is all at once in your brain, your cock and balls, your ass, everywhere- and the thought of hooking up fuels the lust.

How would you describe your lust?

For me, lust is an emotion. I feel it like I feel love, anger, amazement. I try to chart it on a graph, like Plutchik’s Wheel of Emotions (below), but it doesn’t easily land anywhere.

Not going to launch into Psych 101- this is a blog about worshipping men! (I hear you scratching your beards- maybe he does need to think about the psychology of lust??)

Lust, for me, is my brain and my cock colluding to arrest my consciousness and focus my attention to the object of my lust, whomever he might be. Lust feels like an imaginary finger finding my hole, or pulling down on my balls; it makes me jitter with nervous anticipation, and increases my heart rate.