Penetrate: [pen-i-treyt]: to pierce or pass into or through; to enter the interior of; to have a deep effect or impact on someone.
Penetrate, from L. penetratus, pp. of penetrare “to put or get into, enter into,” related to penitus “within, inmost,” penus “innermost part of a temple, store of food,” penates “household gods.” Penetration is first attested 1605, from L. penetrationem (nom. penetratio) “a penetrating or piercing,” from penetrare. The sexual sense is attested from 1613. Penetrating in the fig. sense of “touching the feelings intensely” is attested from 1632. [Source]
Penetrate is one of my favorite words. It not only sounds sensual coming out of someone’s mouth, but it carries such a vaguely erotic undertone when someone uses it even innocuously. Someone can be discussing a subject wholly unrelated to sex and the word will cause my ears to become erect, much like a rabbit’s when he hears something unfamiliar. For example, weather experts will talk about tornadoes and the damage they can cause. They’ll often mention that 2 x 4s can be hurled through the air at a high speed sufficient to allow them to penetrate brick walls. My ears rise up at the very mention of the word and it immediately, if only momentarily, transfers me into a sexual frame of mind.
Used erotically, “penetrate me” carries a significant emotional thrust over and above the physical manifestation it immediately presents to one’s mind. It means more than just “fuck me” – it literally means to come inside, deeply, extending past the physical into my spirit, my soul.
When I tell someone to penetrate me, I am telling them I want them inside me, physically, intellectually, emotionally, spiritually. I can tell someone to fuck me and that’s what I’ll get; physically enjoyable, but it won’t extend into my soul. And though I may enjoy being fucked, I enjoy being penetrated on a much higher plane.
You can penetrate me physically, of course, with your fingers, with your tongue, with your…cock.
You can penetrate me intellectually, engaging me in reasoned, thought-provoking conversation.
You can penetrate me emotionally, by making contact with those special spots in my psyche that resonate with the illogical components of my person.
You can penetrate me spiritually, touching me in just the right way, looking deep into my eyes, engaging my inner being.
Even used far into one’s sexual experience, it still has an aura of that initial entry. When you lie back and spread your legs, and allow the head of that cock to push into your cunt, to penetrate your cunt, there’s an adrenaline rush as it enters, as it penetrates you. When that rush infects your soul, your spirit, your being, you’ll understand the true nature of penetration.
Yes, I love being penetrated.
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What an exquisite whore.
Beautiful and brilliant!
I can only hope that this is a reprint of some course work or theme that you produced on the way to one of your degrees. Freshman English would be perfect, as I imagine your instructor’s response (probably a young grad student, male or female – it doesn’t matter) and dreaming of all the ways to penetrate you! All of this together makes me very hard.
Thanks (btw, you just made me a friend on fetlife, and I am slowly learning about you through your blogs. You, of course, are fascinating at the very least, having been endowed with an exceptionally excellent sex organ, the best sex organ there is: The brain.)
jockk
Jock, this was not something I came up with in college, though now that you mention it, it would’ve been fun to submit for a writing assignment, especially if I’d been crushing on the instructor.
And thank you for complimenting my…sex organs.