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Okay, I've shown you mine, now where
Okay, I've shown you mine, now where Okay, I've shown you mine, now where's yours? I've told you my perversion, now how about you tell me yours? Don't me by saying you don't have any. I've lived long enough to know everyone has bizarre sexual thoughts floating around somewhere in their lilly white brains.(Yes, I know our human brains are really more like grey jelly). For example, I would have to sit down with a paper and pen and go back in my mind to count all the "straight men" I've known who dabbled in gay sex when they knew they'd never be found out. There've also been plenty of women who've been with me and swore they never would do anything with another woman who, under the right conditions and with the right woman, suddenly found an intense appetite for lesbian sex. The dabbling in gay sex is only the tip of the sexual iceberg of total stories I've had confided to me by both men and women. I learned as a to keep secrets, and I think my extreme interest in sexual situations, and my love of juicy stories, have helped to let people unload some of their darkest secrets into my eager ears.. Of course I realize you're NOT going to confide in me, a person on a web site whom you have no idea is a real person or not... The aim of this post is to encourage you to find SOMEONE you can confide in. Do yourself the favor of just letting go of these repressions. It will make you a happier, healthier person.. Of course.... if you WOULD like to tell ME all about it, my secret, confidential box is there for you, and only the two of us will know what's in that box.... davidstardust, 8-25-11 Thursday afternoon.. |
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Marisol says I'm not nearly as wild as I sometimes claim to be. I think living here in the outskirts of civilization, and keeping a low profile encourages me to be braver in my confessions then I would be in different circumstances..As we get older the joy of sex and the joy of good friends can be interchangeable, don't you think? xxxxdavid
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Wonderful, Mayday. I know above most others that your capacity for acceptance and experimentation is a ladder you frequently climb to the roof of desire. When we can shrug off the cloaks of bondage that restricts creativity and allow ourselves to really explore all parts of our humanness, we can find a freedom within ourselves that radiates to all around, and creates happiness not only in ourselves but shines over those we meet even in a casual way. You create beauty in everything around you, Mayday! xxxxdavid
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You clever man, now I will come back to see if anyone says anything at all! ha. I can say that my mind is still a fertile garden, but my body has been reluctant to follow. Something about not feeling sexy as a younger person, and the typical triggers for that reluctance: Hormones, my father's lust for me, college, an early pregnancy, and then college some more. Lots of friends, very few boy friends. Married at 33, divorced at 43, I 'gave up' on sex as a release, and worked hard instead. Stoopid me! Ha. Now, in this incarnation (over 58 and under being dead) on this site, I talked the talk and walked the walk. I pretty much said, hey, guys, over here is someone who enjoys a good lay! But you better talk nice to me Baby! You better have some moves! A few men found me boring, not as intense as my words and my mental desires, but some of them have told me that I deliver the goods! ha. Or at least make their delivery of the goods as much fun as possible. Haven't had that much girl on girl action - and threesomes have been awkward at best. I often think that I needed that 'Stardust' you seem to have, to put a shine on that old story of hyped up non-reproductive sex. But when I fall! Totally and neurotically in love! When the way he grunts during sex makes me drool, and having his hands on my body makes me ache for more. At least one man I know always says, look at those beautiful breasts! That makes them beautiful. And it makes me beautiful. My mind says that it's a sucker-punch, and my heart says LOVE LOVE LOVE with a bright neon sign! And my body says more, more, more. That fantasy is ALWAYS one man, with a big dick (sorry everyone) and a big desire for putting it in every spot inside and outside me. With a million kisses, and wonderful animal sounds that make me feel truly alive and righteously fucked! Ha. Just sayin... I know by following you on this site for these years, that you've continued in the hunt for a match, or perhaps a key to turn all the bells and wheels of your body and mind. Perhaps--I've always thought regarding you--your BIG intelligence clobbers the primal physical needs.. i.e. too much thought! I know in myself, after I've done some astonishing demeaning sexual feat, and my body is completely satisfied, my mind starts to work once more to scold me for being on my knees with the taste of cum still in my mouth... This sexual/love thing is a twisted paradox, but God help me, I love it all! Kisses, after I gargle with mouthwash! LOL xxxxdavidstardust
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You clever man, now I will come back to see if anyone says anything at all! ha. I can say that my mind is still a fertile garden, but my body has been reluctant to follow. Something about not feeling sexy as a younger person, and the typical triggers for that reluctance: Hormones, my father's lust for me, college, an early pregnancy, and then college some more. Lots of friends, very few boy friends. Married at 33, divorced at 43, I 'gave up' on sex as a release, and worked hard instead. Stoopid me! Ha. Now, in this incarnation (over 58 and under being dead) on this site, I talked the talk and walked the walk. I pretty much said, hey, guys, over here is someone who enjoys a good lay! But you better talk nice to me Baby! You better have some moves! A few men found me boring, not as intense as my words and my mental desires, but some of them have told me that I deliver the goods! ha. Or at least make their delivery of the goods as much fun as possible. Haven't had that much girl on girl action - and threesomes have been awkward at best. I often think that I needed that 'Stardust' you seem to have, to put a shine on that old story of hyped up non-reproductive sex. But when I fall! Totally and neurotically in love! When the way he grunts during sex makes me drool, and having his hands on my body makes me ache for more. At least one man I know always says, look at those beautiful breasts! That makes them beautiful. And it makes me beautiful. My mind says that it's a sucker-punch, and my heart says LOVE LOVE LOVE with a bright neon sign! And my body says more, more, more. That fantasy is ALWAYS one man, with a big dick (sorry everyone) and a big desire for putting it in every spot inside and outside me. With a million kisses, and wonderful animal sounds that make me feel truly alive and righteously fucked! Ha. Just sayin... You should only read what is truly good or what is frankly bad. Gertrude Stein
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