Desire is a weird thing. The need to have what one desires becomes your focus. Often you can think of little else.
Ramblings ~ I have kept diaries on and off since I was a young teen. I have all my early boyfriends immortalised in handwritten detail. And I suppose my blog is very similar to a diary in places. Retelling past memories and putting present ones into print.
In the future I may follow this with a post of my own. But for now read what he has to say about sexual intercourse…
Sex blogging Hologram on Wicked Wednesday #280
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 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
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