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How deeply even we bury desire.
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Posted:Mar 31, 2024 10:45 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 9:26 am 4014 Views
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One major frustration I know I've felt of late, while doing the dance of trying date, or whatever it is one does at my age, is wondering when, if at all, I uncork the bottle of "btw, I'm a pretty filthy slut.". Granted, I also wonder when I'm supposed to tell people about my PTSD, too. But I know for a lot of people I've interacted with, it's one thing to have fantasies, it's another to have acted on them, and not once, while trying not to giggle like a schoolboy with a dirty magazine, but often, because a. it's enjoyable and satisfying, and b. it's who you are. And yet, even in a pretty safe place for deviance, like this, there are STILL things even I won't admit to getting VERY turned on at the mere idea of, things I'm not all that wiling to admit to. I can't be alone in that around here, can I?
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My one true love- the history of underwear.
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Posted:Mar 27, 2024 7:16 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 7:37 pm 3072 Views
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Honestly, though, what is worn beneath outer clothing is a fascinating study of the world in which they were worn. I've been pretty obsessed with the undergarments of the whole social strata of the late Victorian Era for most of my life lol Loop that in with what was absolutely a fully fledged, vibrant, creative undercurrent of, to be blunt, sexuality. I'm pretty sure if I could just live my life dressed like a Victorian , I would.
As an aside, it's worth noting that I've been writing research-based fiction, set in the streets of turn-of-century New York City since I was 14. Coincidentally, that happened concurrently with my early interest in BDSM, something I quickly learned was already very much present, pretty much since the first primates started fucking their way into modern humans.
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New addition to the collection of fantasies I finger fuck myself to.
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Posted:Jun 9, 2022 3:31 pm
Last Updated:Apr 20, 2024 1:38 pm 5913 Views
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I wKe up to your instructions for the day in an email. I'm not your pet, but this IS a prearranged interaction. So it would be accurate to say that for today I am your pet. Within the structure of my normal day to day, I follow and document your instructions about my clothing (beneath the work clothes), my use of various toys. If you want me to record myself completing specific tasks, including, for example, my use of toys, regardless of my risk of being caught at it. You keep all images and vids- I won't keep them after you release me from the arrangement.
It could be so fun, yes??
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The real enemy- limited character social media posts.
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Posted:Sep 9, 2021 2:55 am
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2024 2:14 pm 7257 Views
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Honestly, it's a nightmare. I used actually challenge myself write immensely emotional mini fiction stories using tumblr's ask/message system, which is less than a tweet, but if the first chunk of this sentence didn't make apparent, I use a lot of words to say what I try to say. Sparse and succinct is not the way of me
Which brings me to an amusing observation- I 100% am not using ANY social media the way it was originally intended to be used, and I take a very Safety Dance approach- you can dance if you want to. Metaphorically. I mean, I can hold my own dancing with old folks, but do not ask me to twerk.
That said, and having made clear how generally out of sync I am with this shit, does it not bother anyone else that with a delightful spread of comment enabled interaction on this site, we can't comment on...other people's comments on our status updates, vids and pics? That's weird, right? We're losing a whole chunk of interaction potential there. Sure, I could reply by sending a message, but I speak only for myself, but human beings are inherently lazy as fuck. I'd love to see the data on messages sent in response to commentary. I'm guessing those stats need work.
I dunno. I would reply to comments if I could.
Bonus pondering- what the fuck is the purpose of other than foolish horny teenagers sending awkward pics of their underwear, or whatever shady shit thing they're doing these days. When I was that age, if I wanted send a picture of the titties a romantic partner or booty call, I had just show where they were, dressed (or in this case, undressed) for the occasion. Better times, man.
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