
I wish I could get “her” off my mind. I am so turned on, I’m wound up tight like a clock. I keep thinking about her. Did I say that I went out to breakfast with “her” yesterday? I kept looking at her hair, at her body. She is rather large, as am I. Large breasts, large hips, so soft. I wish I could get the image of her, with her face moaning in ecstasy out of my mind, but I can’t. I keep thinking about how she felt in my hands, how soft her lips were when I kissed her. The hour of hand holding and finger stroking that led up to the kiss.
I’ve often wished I had someone to share these visions with, but I don’t. So I just close my eyes, and sink into the soft darkness of my memories.
Reading erotica is sometimes what will help, if I can find the sort that is written by women, for women, not written by some man, for another man. I have no desire to fantasize about a 22 year old blond nymph. My fantasies are much more real, much more tactile. The women in my fantasies look like real women. That is the sort of outlet I want.
Ah well, off to dream land...
Peace,
OC
Once when I was feeling much like you are right now someone said to me,
ReplyDelete"Now you know why such passionate love poems are written by men about women."
There is nothing like the touch, smell and taste of a woman. I am sorry you are longing. (((hugs)))
neen
It has been a very long time since I felt what you are feeling, but I can still remember it. And having it be unrequited just made the ache that much deeper.
ReplyDeleteI hope things move on for you one way or another because being stuck in that is very, very difficult.