Scentofawoman
Shenanigans
- Joined
- Jan 31, 2012
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I just decided to post this here. I haven’t posted in awhile and I need a spot to unload some thoughts. If it gets deleted I’m cool with it.
I came onto Lit at a time when I needed a self confidence boost. Most people know when a relationship is failing a marriage is at its last fading breath, some people find solace in fantasy.
Here on Lit I rocked my mind with several sexy and creative men in many parts of the world. The words we would spill on paper would leave me breathless and buzzing for days. Pure lust to close my eyes and loose my self in words written to me. I did this for years.
And then in real life my world came crashing down. I was betrayed, abandoned, divorced and ground up like many people feel. My mind set adrift and I walked into my first fetlife munch.
I didn’t know what I was, what I wanted, I was lucky I met a real leather Don and his slave. They mentored me and I met more, real people.
Then I met him. He was raw, wounded, and pure bad boy from his posture to his pronunciation. The man/boy was primal to the core and he made my toes curl.
But I was too In my mind and emotions. All the words that flowed beautifully in Lit was not translating into real life. Instead of the stomping tigress, I was the shy kitten in the corner. He could see it too, he could sense my fire. He tried to submit but I couldn’t even sustain a passion to play.
We let each other go. He wasn’t good for me. We were too different. All the things you say to justify but I could never deny that when we did spark towards the end, we lit a bonfire.
That was 2 years ago. Since then I’ve had different sex partners and one serious relationship. Yet I still look in the mirror and wonder? Do I give good sex? None of my exe’s have complained. The serious relationship we fucked like rabbits but he Had issues.
I’m 43 now, boobs are sagging, stretch marks getting longer, arms are starting to jiggle more.
. And just the other day when I’m ready to wonder if I’m doing something wrong with life I get this:
I came onto Lit at a time when I needed a self confidence boost. Most people know when a relationship is failing a marriage is at its last fading breath, some people find solace in fantasy.
Here on Lit I rocked my mind with several sexy and creative men in many parts of the world. The words we would spill on paper would leave me breathless and buzzing for days. Pure lust to close my eyes and loose my self in words written to me. I did this for years.
And then in real life my world came crashing down. I was betrayed, abandoned, divorced and ground up like many people feel. My mind set adrift and I walked into my first fetlife munch.
I didn’t know what I was, what I wanted, I was lucky I met a real leather Don and his slave. They mentored me and I met more, real people.
Then I met him. He was raw, wounded, and pure bad boy from his posture to his pronunciation. The man/boy was primal to the core and he made my toes curl.
But I was too In my mind and emotions. All the words that flowed beautifully in Lit was not translating into real life. Instead of the stomping tigress, I was the shy kitten in the corner. He could see it too, he could sense my fire. He tried to submit but I couldn’t even sustain a passion to play.
We let each other go. He wasn’t good for me. We were too different. All the things you say to justify but I could never deny that when we did spark towards the end, we lit a bonfire.
That was 2 years ago. Since then I’ve had different sex partners and one serious relationship. Yet I still look in the mirror and wonder? Do I give good sex? None of my exe’s have complained. The serious relationship we fucked like rabbits but he Had issues.
I’m 43 now, boobs are sagging, stretch marks getting longer, arms are starting to jiggle more.
