sapiosexual (say-pee-oh-sex-yew-uhl) : a person who finds intelligence sexy or arousing
Sometimes after reading my profile a curious caller will ask me what exactly “sapiosexual” means. I debated using that word on my profile during my fledging days here at PSK. But eventually, I decided to keep it. Pretentious trendy jargon though it may be, it is a useful term for a lot of people as far as describing their sexual identity in all its multi-faceted complex-ness.
It is for me, anyway.
For someone who considers themselves sapiosexual, a throbbing intellect is a crucial aspect of making their cock, pussy (or whatever you like to call what’s in your pants) throb, too.
Think about it this way: have you ever met someone whose unbridled wit made you laugh so much it turned you on and made you want to ask that person for their number? Ever met someone who could engage you in a genuinely stimulating conversation, maybe because they were really “well-read”? Or maybe because they were just thoughtful, imaginative, and clearly just fucking brilliant?
Maybe part of what draws me to hone in on someone’s smarts is connecting with someone else whose motto regarding boundaries/”normal” confines is also “fuck that!” My sexual desires have always been in excess of what was deemed “normal” or “appropriate” or “the usual.”
And so naturally, my BDSM-centric orientation that removes “regular sex” from its safe, comfortable (i.e., boring) confines of missionary position in the bedroom and my lust for knowledge of all things depraved, my determination to expand my erotic horizons are connected just makes sense, you know?
Having a nasty, kinky adult chat with someone who is on the same pervert page as you makes things extra hot and extra filthy.
Don’t get me wrong: I enjoy a good, old-fashioned, run-of-the-mill “vanilla” fuck just as much as anyone else. Sometimes I do just need a quickie, to just hop on and (much more sloppily) hop off. Sure. But if I’m going to have a sustained, long-term, and mutually fulfilling sexual relationship with someone? There’s gonna be “pillow talk.” Pillow talk is foreplay all unto its own, in my opinion. And if I’m gonna fuck you and really want it and really keep wanting it? I’m gonna need to admire you — and I’m gonna need you to stimulate me, cerebrally and otherwise!
I could be your dream girl, I could be the mature lady providing the affair alternative you crave. Only one way to find out: give me a call!
