Genesis Remembered in Flesh
A man’s yearning for the Father’s hug
Quality penetrative sex.
A session of sex where the man and woman can ride together eternally, to melt into Eternity.
‘Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib, and he brought her to the man. “At last!” the man exclaimed. “This one is bone from my bone, and flesh from my flesh! She will be called ‘woman,’ because she was taken from ‘man.’” This explains why a man leaves his father and mother and is joined to his wife, and the two are united into one. Now the man and his wife were both naked, but they felt no shame.’
Genesis 2:22-25
A throbbing, alive cock plugged into a cavernously dripping pussy.
An embrace most intimate.
A sustained embrace.
No fears, only Love.
No fear of the cock going soft.
No fear of suddenly spilling seed.
No fear of getting her pregnant because you understand that the whole point of being inside her is, quite literally, to get her pregnant and are not deluding yourself otherwise.
No need for the pussy to be tight to stroke sensual aliveness into the cock.
The erection of a man’s cock isn’t fueled by the pressure or friction on its skin. That might ignite it. But it is fueled by the man’s heart desire for the woman to merge back into him, where she emerged from.
To contain her fullness within himself as contrasted with the boyish desire he might have had to lose himself in her pussy.
The inner infant craves to get back into the womb where he felt his mother’s love the most. To suckle once again on her teat, where it all felt so simple and safe.
The boyish desire to be lost in pussies because his inner infant yearns for a tight motherly hug.
That’s where Lust hooks in, you know.
Men enslaved by Lust want to be lost in pussies because they are trying to just get back into their mother’s womb.
They yearn for a hug from their mom.
No pussy can fill such a hole in a man.
He will forever stay obsessed with breasts and call them “boobs” if he doesn’t find a way to suckle his inner infant.
Only God can fill such a hole. Quite abundantly so!
He matched with her on Hinge.
He had seen her while he was having dinner with a friend at a nice local joint. Small town dating be like that.
He was quite taken by her gait. Her poise.
She didn’t want to have more kids, so they decided not to explore dating.
He would still see her around town though, and it felt good to say hello every now and then. He would feel met both in conversational depth and their shared proclivity to dress up well.
Even for a Saturday morning farmers’ market.
Especially for a Saturday morning farmer’s market.
Small town life be like that.
He would invite her every now and then to the social dances in their little town.
He had been quite celibate now for six months or so. He was dating, but hadn’t progressed beyond a hug or holding hands.
Before that, his last few intimate encounters had only gone as far as taking their shirts off.
Kissing. Making out. Dry humping.
In the past, the dry humping was more about the friction on his cock, but now he could actually feel his energetic cock penetrate a sufficiently sensitive and receptive woman. He was quite amazed that he could feel it without much physical contact of the genitals, even without taking any clothes off.
All men have an energetic cock. The gentler you are with your physical cock, the more attuned you get to your energetic cock.
Tune in subtly to how her body shifts when you are beginning to softly engage in intimacy. Prioritize soft beginnings of intimacy.
A lot can awaken in a man’s energy body through sensual connection with a woman by just tuning into what’s moving for her.
Shed the urge to take pleasure from her, and you’ll begin to enter realms of pleasure your conditioned mind could never imagine.
During his year of celibacy, the dance floor had been a gentle way to feel a trace of sensual connection with a beautiful woman, so he would invite her now and then to local dances. She presented androgynously. There had been a time when that kind of presentation on a feminine woman drew him in deeply.
Not so much anymore.
Women who carry resentment toward a strong father—or devotion toward a father who never fully embodied masculine provision—often present androgynously. Resentment toward strength and longing for weakness are two sides of the same coin. Both arise from a rupture in trust toward the masculine.
Men who are still seeking their own masculine essence often find themselves drawn to such women.
But that isn’t where their true masculine strength can be sourced. Are you kidding me?
Of course not. The androgynous presentation is only a facade—a mirror reflecting what they long to integrate within themselves. And yet, he still felt a faint pull toward her, something familiar from a past version of him.
They never did meet on the dance floor.
One day he prayed again to God for a wife and for a small circle of friends he could trust and feel at home with.
Soon after, God gave him four dreams on nearly consecutive nights.
Then came two days of high fever, as if his body were burning away everything that stood between him and the fulfillment of that prayer.
In the heat of his fever, he thought of the book of Job and began to worship and glorify the Most High, thanking Him for the upgrade. Few understand what a fever truly is. It is the body’s fire rising to purge what no longer serves—a baptism by holy flame, a foretaste of the purifying fires of hell after death, when the residue of sin is burned away so the soul can be reborn into new life, ready once again to walk in God’s way.
On the third night, he dreamed of her. The moment he saw her, a wave of desire rose in him unlike anything he had felt before. In waking life, he had felt a quiet, dampened pull toward her, but in this dream his desire had a different level of intensity.
They hugged and he meekly asked her if she wanted to cuddle for a bit—a safe, deceptive strategy to open up erotic intimacy.
Then, without warning, he was transported into the arms of his father, receiving a long, steady embrace. A fatherly hug like none he’d ever known. God Himself seemed to be holding him, filling the empty spaces in his nervous system left by a lifetime of yearning for fatherly affection, while receiving grandfatherly cock.
He woke up whole, the last wisps drawing him to androgyny in women, fully squashed.
How could he not wonder after that—how could he possibly not wonder? How could you not wonder after reading this?
Is attraction towards men, in men, born from the absence of a f/Fatherly hug?
When a man opens himself up to receive a cock in his ass, is he just truly wishing for a hug from his absent father? Can a cock in your genitals—man or woman—really ever fill that gap?
Absolutely not! But God can! The Living God can! Honor him! Praise Him for giving you Life! Remember Him on every breath! Sing your praise to him! Allow yourself to weep as you do so! Ask out loud for all your yearnings to be taken care of. And oh, how He delivers!
God is so good! So faithful! He loves you so much!
Oh, praise the Lord! Oh, how He delivers!