Can reality ever match fantasy
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Posted:Aug 29, 2021 10:07 pm
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2021 11:59 am
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As the seventh decade of his life turns northward, only fantasy memories seem to float across the mind as eyes close for a daily nap.
Vanilla is the term his life has been connected with, heterosexual, married to the same women for over thirty years, missionary the most common physical connection, spice the same as dinner plain, meat and potatoes, what has been missed he ponders.
With the sleep slowly wrapping him up like a cocoon, the fantasy of meeting a woman, their eyes blending as one, his reflection in her iris, his reflection in hers, the scent wafting up their nostrils, the thrill of the dance, all emotions dormant that float without restraint to surface in uneven breathing.
He leans in, she meets him half way, tender lips join, she pushes her tongue against his lips, he opens his mouth, the sword fight for control, darting from one mouth to the other. Her hands on his shoulder blades pulling him closer, His chest feeling the hardness of her nipples boring in taking him to her level of excitement, The stomach a little large preventing the genitals from meshing together, a public gasp heard steps away, public exposure becomes the aphrodisiac.
A Quick loud ding, mr. google says mail has arrived, the icetiger looks it is only 1227 and another fantasy never gets to find out who wins the sword battle, was it a woman who can dominate, was it the hidden mistress without her leather attire, or was the vanilla, changed to the flavour of submission or surrender to a new world full of tease, torment, and extended denial of release.
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From mind to page
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Posted:Aug 26, 2021 11:06 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 1:55 pm
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When did start, probably when I was around fifteen, not really knowing anything about girls, not looking at boys other than teammates, considered a jock, but raised a caring good catholic boy destined for the priesthood until.
She was a friend of my fathers , long black hair very cute, encouraged dance with me, the music turned slow and she put her arms around my neck, her perfume wondering into my senses, then her fingers gently stroking nerve ends on the back of my neck, and skull, my first true induced erection which she gently ground against through the song. Breathless, asked her what she did to me, with a coy smile something girls know..
Hockey, and football finally had to choose, hockey was speed and agility cold and refreshing, physical and mental until a car accident took it away, twenty-three years old and life felt like it was over, puck bunnies dried up, alcohol soothed some of the brain, at least I could work and make a living.
Met my wife and for thirty-two years we stayed together raised two fine but something was always missing, how the mind could remember those fingers, how the manhood responded way back then. One day while working on a new design for traffic control, trying to find an electronic component, a wrong address opened up chat rooms, and a hidden society called bdsm.
Educated into the dominant, submissive terminology, the bondage and discipline, words like Mistress and yes Sir, but most of all the honest expression of human sexuality. My wife not interested giving permission as long as I did not spend the retirement or loose the house, keep the as well as your arousal in your pants.
Thought I fell in love, a Mistress called me regularly at work, another closer home explained many faucets of how women released the stress of engineers like myself, then those rooms closed. And erotic hypnosis entered, the shame of all was how break the cycle, buying files, paying talk someone dominate and almost always the mind working faster than 's for is a business for them and for me was looking soothe an internal emptiness.
Wife catches cancer and passes away, two three years later am trying understand, and with every boulder moved, every corner turned the want have a woman into my eyes, cause the brown orbs to gloss over and shiver, for her scent to invade my nostrils and weaken my resolve, fingers gently touching naked arms or, have breath against my neck or wet tongue finish a whispered sentence in my ear.
She stands before me close enough that as she knowingly causes the erection to fill with blood that she has summoned, gently grasps and squeezes what she is considering owning, then forcibly pushes on the shoulder for me kneel in front of her but never taking my eyes off of hers, and with the control in her corner of my mind, words she wants hear are spoken, and slowly but surely She has the conquer.
Please if this is fantasy or possible in a for scenario let me be free, or if such a woman exists in this world find me and prove me that all these years is the emptiness that can be filled and that rendered will fulfill the people pleasing side of my existence and the sensual, sexual awakening would be like the immortal realization of life
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When does one realize the fantasy
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Posted:Aug 24, 2021 9:44 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 1:55 pm
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These words are just a simple documentations of memories and possibly an exploration into a world that is very foreign to me.
Probably the first time sex was ever mentioned in my upbringing was when my mother told me to go put the athletic support on underneath my jeans before going to the high school dance, she did not want her be obscene.
At a dance put on by the catholic youth organization, dancing slow with a young lady her hands running through my hair and the hot blowing of breath on my neck stirring up feelings causing blood flow to expand appendages, and her answer being just something us girls know.
Having relations with a mother of three teenage girls, every-other weekend when the husband had the , after having nails done, the racking of my back blisters, and blood streaks of ten fingers marking me from shoulder blade to ass.
Getting married and becoming a father, and then finding out what true blue balls meant, conversation, therapy , and the realization that marriage did not guarantee physical relations, it did guarantee support, joy of watching grow into adults and sorrow when disease takes a life.
Three years into self denial, the wonder of the written word, the idea of domination and submission, and the truth that this fantasy is more of an idea that women can use to make a living from. Sucker is not what I want to be thought of, slave is something that society has fought not to have and to reconcile with, here on AdultFriendFinder, strong dominant women do not look for over the hill toys, and my shout out is to the one woman on here who has been articulate, responsive, and entertaining with her blogs My best Assets this Joy would be a blessing to actually meet face to face some day, continue your wonderful writings.
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Wonders of the Mind
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Posted:Jul 16, 2021 9:13 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 1:55 pm
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This may be a lame way start express thoughts, how pull oneself out of a covid pandemic of self-isolation.
These past eighteen months have say the least opened up the mind and the eyes what is reality and what is fantasy.
Reading other members blogs some very talented writers, some wild imagination, and of course some libido stimulation has occurred.
Is this site a dating site, a site for professional sex workers lure in new customers, or a place to let one's imagination wander?
With age being just a and society wanting equalization, men or at least myself are never approached by the opposite gender, may be not knowing how use the computer, instant messaging, or photoshopping pictures?
Reaching out via the portion on the profile page be ignored 98 out of 0 times thank you the 2 respond.
Entering into the first weekend when dinning rooms are reopening, provincial travel is allowed, will my mind soar a little if a contact is made or will the time on an AdultFriendFinder result in this gent slithering back into self-isolation?
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