Sex Fetish: Sex God

Last month I stated that I believe the #1 Cervix Puncher, Sex God, likes to indulge in role play. Of course, what would a sexual fetish post on T.O.P be without me talking about that in further detail?

The other day on Twitter I had a conversation with a few of my blog-stalkers about how if there was a caveman in a block of ice buried in my backyard, I'd wish for him to look like Sex God. (Encino Man reference, anyone?). Imagine his deep grunts because he doesn't understand the English language, or any language besides caveman-speak. He'd have to express everything in a physical way, and you know that cavemen pretty much only eat, hunt, and club pretty cavewomen over the head and drag them back to their cave.

Sex God doesn't have to be a caveman in order to carry out that little scenario, though. He no doubt already has faux-fur clothing, so all we have to do is turn the temperature down to sixty degrees and only communicate with sex grunts and pointing. I do ask, boo, that you don't club me over the head and drag me into the bedroom. You can throw me over your shoulder instead. I'd like to be conscious while we're getting primal.

Another thing that I have been repeating for a month now is that Sex God likes to pull hair. Yes, he is most definitely a hair puller. I can see that, can't you? He'll just take a big fistful of your hair and yank it soft enough to not pull out any strands and so it doesn't hurt, but hard enough to let you know who was in charge.

Man, I love thinking dirty about him.

TKPA