Coconutty70
Tickled pink
- Joined
- Jun 18, 2023
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**sigh**
Where has the intimacy and sexual connection in my life gone? It’s slowly going out, like the final embers of a fire that has kept everyone warm for the night but is no longer needed. My partner of now, and my past lovers have left; gone off to sleep, in their own spaces. It’s not loneliness… far from it… it’s just that the hollow silence of the indifference is deafening, apart from the sound of the last dying crackle of charred wood; cooling. The cindered remains are in silent repose. It’s so quiet.
I have tried to provide my own oxygen… but the power of one is not enough. I want to be roaring! Exploding sparks into the faces of the people around me with raging passion and lustful fire! I’m not ready to go out! NO! I’m fifty-something I tell you… there is still fuel here! I WILL NOT go out without a fight!
So… someone… a woman with intellect… with a passionate soul, a beautiful body, a creative mind, an imagination that can melt me into a heap on the floor: open the door, drag me in, push me up against the wall and press against me so hard that I can hardly breathe! Kiss me! Hold me! Stroke my neck while you whisper adorable things so closely into my ear that I get goosebumps! Ask me to share my imagination with you… tell me how much you want and need to be adored! I will reciprocate! I have enough warmth to share, so message me and hold your hands close.
Just… please don’t let the passion go out.
Where has the intimacy and sexual connection in my life gone? It’s slowly going out, like the final embers of a fire that has kept everyone warm for the night but is no longer needed. My partner of now, and my past lovers have left; gone off to sleep, in their own spaces. It’s not loneliness… far from it… it’s just that the hollow silence of the indifference is deafening, apart from the sound of the last dying crackle of charred wood; cooling. The cindered remains are in silent repose. It’s so quiet.
I have tried to provide my own oxygen… but the power of one is not enough. I want to be roaring! Exploding sparks into the faces of the people around me with raging passion and lustful fire! I’m not ready to go out! NO! I’m fifty-something I tell you… there is still fuel here! I WILL NOT go out without a fight!
So… someone… a woman with intellect… with a passionate soul, a beautiful body, a creative mind, an imagination that can melt me into a heap on the floor: open the door, drag me in, push me up against the wall and press against me so hard that I can hardly breathe! Kiss me! Hold me! Stroke my neck while you whisper adorable things so closely into my ear that I get goosebumps! Ask me to share my imagination with you… tell me how much you want and need to be adored! I will reciprocate! I have enough warmth to share, so message me and hold your hands close.
Just… please don’t let the passion go out.
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