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Sweetcurvyred68

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Let's get a little deeper now.

Bare your soul and I'll bare my body.
 
I'm not afraid of dying even if it's a horrible painful death. It's that no one will remember or miss me after six months that scares me.
 
One hour. Out of the entire span of my life of bragging, idolizing, and full of pride for who this person was to me, turned into a passioante hate more abundant than the respect was by immeasurable amounts. It was all a lie, and right under my nose. No remorse, no guilt. No one thinks an hour can rewrite a life. True honesty and respect is taken for granted frequently. It shouldnt be a bonus gift, it should be a staple.

The vague nature of this post is only due to them losing the right to be called a man, or any other earned title that we get to take on. Hes now the proud signee for the one and only eternal fluffer in robots with farm impliment cocks porn.
 
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Now, im not leaving the room after that downer. She wanted soul she got it lol. Heres something completely different....

Im a hardass. My friends and family know ive only cried once in my life. What they dont know is i cry a lot. The day my daughter was born, the day i left her with her mother, (brand new ex wife), and about once a week for the last 13 years just thinking about how proud i am of her, and how much i hate taking her back home when she visits. Big, fuckin, softie.
 
Let's get a little deeper now.

Bare your soul and I'll bare my body.

Hi SweetCurvy, hope you are having a good night. Bare my soul, i'm an easy going, friendly and relaxed person. As well usually will have a smile on my face. Though with all the pleasantries...there of course is a naughty side, do like to explore and try new things. PS, red hair is my absolute favourite...

How about you, if I may ask?
 
I really could not do my soul justice in the limited space we have here. Rather I'd need to peel off the layers of my soul one by one, slowly....much the way I'd prefer to see your body bared. Shall we?
 
Amazing

Now, im not leaving the room after that downer. She wanted soul she got it lol. Heres something completely different....

Im a hardass. My friends and family know ive only cried once in my life. What they dont know is i cry a lot. The day my daughter was born, the day i left her with her mother, (brand new ex wife), and about once a week for the last 13 years just thinking about how proud i am of her, and how much i hate taking her back home when she visits. Big, fuckin, softie.

That is fantastic!
Do not be so hard on yourself.
It takes a real man to handle such things.
And a bigger man to tell about it.
 
I have many children

I have three of my own.
I acquired two more when I married again.
I have "adopted" a number for various reasons.

There are in turn grandchildren.

And I worry.
About them.
How I can help them.

Mostly they don't need me.
But once in a while....
 
Now, im not leaving the room after that downer. She wanted soul she got it lol. Heres something completely different....

Im a hardass. My friends and family know ive only cried once in my life. What they dont know is i cry a lot. The day my daughter was born, the day i left her with her mother, (brand new ex wife), and about once a week for the last 13 years just thinking about how proud i am of her, and how much i hate taking her back home when she visits. Big, fuckin, softie.

This struck a nerve with me. Probably the greatest disservice I've done for my 3 boys is to teach them "Big boys don't cry." 2 adult sons - and they subscribe to that teaching and now my littlest one - the one that has caused me more unseen tears than he will ever know - but also the one that daily makes my heart laugh. He made a little note and put it on my computer screen when he was only 5 or 6 that said, "Your my hero, Dad." Truth be told - he's my hero - has Cerebral Palsy but fights daily to not let the disease define him - to the point that he plays softball against normal kids and he wrestled this past winter (even won one match by pin in 22 seconds over a 2 time state place winner).

No - he's never seen dad cry. The day his real mother took him away he looked at me and asked if I was crying - and reminded me big boys don't - I lied and told him my eyes were sweating. The night after picking him back up - after the judged banged the gavel and said the boy goes with me - after he was asleep - I sat up all night and just watched him sleep.
 
This struck a nerve with me. Probably the greatest disservice I've done for my 3 boys is to teach them "Big boys don't cry." 2 adult sons - and they subscribe to that teaching and now my littlest one - the one that has caused me more unseen tears than he will ever know - but also the one that daily makes my heart laugh. He made a little note and put it on my computer screen when he was only 5 or 6 that said, "Your my hero, Dad." Truth be told - he's my hero - has Cerebral Palsy but fights daily to not let the disease define him - to the point that he plays softball against normal kids and he wrestled this past winter (even won one match by pin in 22 seconds over a 2 time state place winner).

No - he's never seen dad cry. The day his real mother took him away he looked at me and asked if I was crying - and reminded me big boys don't - I lied and told him my eyes were sweating. The night after picking him back up - after the judged banged the gavel and said the boy goes with me - after he was asleep - I sat up all night and just watched him sleep.

Making your boys resistant to things that instinct says you should react a certain way to isnt a disservice. In reality ive always been loving and care a lot for those close to me. Took em 36 years to learn the defense mechanism is just the protective layer keeping it from being altered. Im sure your boys have a similar view after growing up. Daughter knows shes the only one on the planet that can tear the wall down instantly. I know now why i carried this wall, i needed it. That emotionless bastard shell kept my head pointed in the right direction until it was time to let go. I cant imagine the difficulty of raising a child that has to fight for what most are given. But its those kinds of things that put it into perspective. You needed that layer to be numb enough to handle it, but still had the undercoat ready for when he showed you it was ok to let it out.
 
I really could not do my soul justice in the limited space we have here. Rather I'd need to peel off the layers of my soul one by one, slowly....much the way I'd prefer to see your body bared. Shall we?

:)

Give it a shot...
 
And I am finding out just isn't for me. Really tired of the rejection.
 
My biggest kink is getting a woman to cum. Lost my virginity at 22 and she is the only one I have been with. She dumped me via a phone call after a week of dating.
 
Hope you're not done yet. I was gonna give it one more shot. If you haven't heard enough from me that is

Why? So you can get me to be vulnerable and blow me off like the guy who just did?

Why do men here get off on that?
 
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