Holograms are photographs that look realistic. They create the illusion of an image floating above or behind that photo so you can look around it and see it it from different angles. However, in order to see the image, your gaze must pass through the virtual object and onto the photograph where it is stored. Put your hand between the photo and the object and the illusion disappears. Continue reading Sex Blogging Hologram ~ Questions for May→
When Lapsed Catholic read and messaged me regarding my Church Fornication post from Wicked Wednesday, I was delighted to get her opinion. It’s not the same as mine but it is the individual experiences we all have had that make us different and shape what we believe. Everybody has a right to share their own opinion which is why I was keen for Lapsed Catholic to write this guest post. It is almost the yin to my yang.
Lapsed Catholic is on Twitter – we both welcome any comments at the end of this article
Guest Post by Lapsed Catholic for Wicked Wednesday #278
Looking at pictures of boobs is a particular pleasure of mine. I don’t mind what size or shape but I must confess I do adore freckled breasts. I also particularly like breasts in various stages of undress – when you can see the outline of the boob, depicting its shape and the curve of the nipple. Breasts are indeed a wonderful creation.
I also enjoy the rationale behind breasts. They are multi-functional. Naturally they are involved in child rearing but beyond that they exude comfort. The warmth and softness they offer. Their yielding nature. Of course, they are sexy too. They look sexy. When a womans breasts are touched in a certain way she feels sexy, and just having them makes me feel sexy! Continue reading Boobday action – November 25th 2016→
Virgin at 41 update – Robs story continues…
Virgin at 41 update, from Robs diary entries. Robs true story continues here. I know he would appreciate any comments or advice.
If you want to read the first post about him click here.
Virgin at 41 update
That elusive shag has been right on my doorstep, under my nose for a good few months now. Right here in my village!
She latched onto me, whilst waiting for a Chinese a few months ago, couldn’t have been more blatant. I had just moved to the area, and I kinda wasn’t interested/ready, so grouchily I just batted her way.
I see her about now and again, sometimes blank her, sometimes stop and have awkward conversation, my body language closed, but her body language is very open, her eyes light up when she sees me. If I gave her even a modicum of encouragement she would be all over me like a cheap suit. Often I am driving down the road and see her out walking. I scotch down, head below the steering wheel like a headless driver, hoping she won’t see me.
Anyway, I was in my local shop tonight, and up she popped, I was a little less gruff, less awkward and she started talking. I wasn’t really listening but I offered her a lift to where ever she was going. She didn’t hesitate, nodding her head approvingly as loud, grungy, rock music roared from the stereo; although she was slightly unnerved by my aggressive driving. I dropped her off and she gave me her number straight off… guess it’s up to me now. Continue reading Virgin at 41 update – Robs story continues→
Van Morrison has a way of singing that injects passion into your soul. His song “It’s All Right” was one of the things that inspired me to put together this site. The song is real, the way he sings it is real. It makes me feel real
Van Morrison – It Matters to him
“It’s All Right”
If it matters how you do it, And how you do it it’s your thing. If it matters which way you go, That’s your way to go. And if you get it like that, That’s the way you get it, ‘Cause you get it like that When you want to be that way, When you wanna be that way, That’s the way you wanna be, see.
[Chorus:] Hey! It’s all right. Hey! Yeah, its all right.
Now that you try to do to me Out there a-walkin’ doesn’t matter, baby Ain’t no question, no suggestion Nothin’ in my mind that can’t be Shut out when I want it to be Nothin’ in yours that can’t be kept in When you open it up and lose it And nothin’ you can’t let out If it’s got to be let out, just let it out And don’t worry which way it goes.
Now how can I tell you that I love you How can I say so many words and so many syllables In such a short space of time as this Just turn it on and soak it in And let it run off the walls And let it down, keep it, and don’t lose it Or confuse it It’s just right there layin’ open Completely open for everybody to see Yeah, you got it.
WHAT MUST IT FEEL LIKE TO FIND YOURSELF A VIRGIN AT 41 YEARS OLD?
I am always very flattered when I receive mail after someone has read one of my posts. A few weeks ago Rob wrote very candidly to me about his past. With his consent I am now sharing his message with all of you.
Does sex matter? Reckon it does.
I am Rob, a 41-year-old guy and a VIRGIN – yes that’s right still a virgin at 41. There I said it took a little bit, (took some cajones though and mine are like beach balls at the moment).
It’s incredibly frustrating, lonely, crushing – the adjectives are truly endless. I have never been kissed or, touched. Certainly not shagged, how the fuck can you work with that?
This site drew me like a beacon, not because of what you do or are into, more about the CONTEXT, frank discussion without fear of embarrassment.
Imagine having your sexual desires, needs repressed, not explored for 25 + years?
I found myself in a relationship where I had given everything that was on my inside and it felt like little was being returned. Read about it. So I moved on with an open mind but it soon became apparent that he was so un-evolved that he could not see the bigger picture. Everything we shared, he wanted to keep. He wanted me to leave with nothing. This puzzled me as my view on love is that it should be a giving and understanding thing. Just because it did not work out should not mean his morals should slip. Love had existed between us once so why be selfish and immoral after?
Love. Was it real to him?
If the shoe had been on the other foot I would understand that, no matter how much it hurt, if he needed to leave me to be happy then that is what must happen. He failed to recognise this, so did he ever really love me?