In other words it's all talk and that shit doesn't really go on in your house. Nice fantasy though.
It’s more than just a nice fantasy, it’s the perfect fantasy. Fortunately for me, it’s also a reality. Your choice to believe this or not is exactly that…your choice.
In a society that publicly criticizes this sort of activity yet secretly idolizes it, I have found that the majority, while sitting idly in their safe little world of normalcy, search for the immediate gratification offered through graphically explicit material in order to masturbate themselves over the desires to which they so often refute openly.
In short, they’d never admit to the perverted shit to which they’re jerking off every night.
For you to automatically assume my details are a fake simply because I do not offer ‘proof’ to satisfy the visual stimuli of your fetishes is, simply put, narrow minded. “Did -you- see that tree fall? No? Then how do you -know- it made any noise?”
I am not writing in this blog to convert others into my way of thinking, nor am I writing in hopes of others believing anything I have to say. Personally, I could care less. I share what I choose to share and have restrictions upon what I will and will not post in this blog.
I enjoy reading and also enjoy writing. I like to think I am a fairly intelligent woman and hope that others appreciate the things I write regardless of their belief in my validity.
My husband says this is the hottest aspect of our lives. To see his wife, educated and refined, bent over the arm of the couch and crying in orgasm while begging for more of that beautiful, black dick.