Sorry I haven't been around, but it's been hard to come up with things to say and share whenever I find myself with enough time to post.
The urge to misbehave has struck me, which is bad enough given my now monogamous relationship (remember Allegro, you asked for it), but I only get the urge toward people I already know well which makes every notion a compounded bad idea.
Just have one sex dream about my LD who I previously didn't find myself attracted to and see what that does to me. Or have me left trying to figure out what to do with your fiance's BEST MAN'S flirtatious games which, while fun and inherently sexy, are the easiest route to relationship suicide and not worth the drama. Or that lady Amanda from when ago who may be asserting some independence from her bad relationship and I just want to provide that perfect sexy impetus for, while Mistake Man sits on my shoulder screaming "MISTAKE!"
(For the record, my Mistake Man is a few inches tall, wearing spats, suspenders and a necktie, sounds vaguely operatic, and has jazz hands whenever he says "Mistake!" He dies a slow painful death whenever I overdo the booze, and a quick vicious death if I mix with weed. Everyone has their own mistake, and I'd LOVE to know what yours looks like.)
I miss how special a touch feels when it's from an unexpected source, the anxiety and wonder of exploring a new body, the flirtatious games from coy smiles and directed glances to shocking explosions of passion.
Not that I don't love the dependable, reliable feel of the man I love. I can fall into him for hours. I wouldn't have asked for a monogamous relationship if I didn't feel deeply that it could keep me, and I'm still of the same mind. And hey, it's taken over a year for the urge to hit again.
But here it is. See prowling cat, self-caged.
Love to you...
The urge to misbehave has struck me, which is bad enough given my now monogamous relationship (remember Allegro, you asked for it), but I only get the urge toward people I already know well which makes every notion a compounded bad idea.
Just have one sex dream about my LD who I previously didn't find myself attracted to and see what that does to me. Or have me left trying to figure out what to do with your fiance's BEST MAN'S flirtatious games which, while fun and inherently sexy, are the easiest route to relationship suicide and not worth the drama. Or that lady Amanda from when ago who may be asserting some independence from her bad relationship and I just want to provide that perfect sexy impetus for, while Mistake Man sits on my shoulder screaming "MISTAKE!"
(For the record, my Mistake Man is a few inches tall, wearing spats, suspenders and a necktie, sounds vaguely operatic, and has jazz hands whenever he says "Mistake!" He dies a slow painful death whenever I overdo the booze, and a quick vicious death if I mix with weed. Everyone has their own mistake, and I'd LOVE to know what yours looks like.)
I miss how special a touch feels when it's from an unexpected source, the anxiety and wonder of exploring a new body, the flirtatious games from coy smiles and directed glances to shocking explosions of passion.
Not that I don't love the dependable, reliable feel of the man I love. I can fall into him for hours. I wouldn't have asked for a monogamous relationship if I didn't feel deeply that it could keep me, and I'm still of the same mind. And hey, it's taken over a year for the urge to hit again.
But here it is. See prowling cat, self-caged.
Love to you...
I love the imagery of your Mistake Man. That kind of creativity is one of the things that makes you so interesting.
On good days, he takes a break, and Tom Selleck takes over.
They aren't only about the mistakes, either.