Hi
Those casting an eye over my posting history will notice we have been here before, but as ever with a highly charged sexual conundrum I turn to the supportive pages of the Lit Forums.
In short, I am in a fantastic relationship, I hope that all can empathise from some moment in their past. One which provides a spring of happiness and is actually very sexually fulfilling.
I have an ongoing battle with my alter ego, a dark twin with a desire to taste the affections of another woman.
Partly it is a longing to know if a blowjob by any other lips would feel as sweet, for I have never felt but hers. Partly it is a quicksand grade resistance to the lure of the curvacious and full figure, the antithesis of what I admire now. But partly it is just the desire for a brief taste of the new, the heart pounding moment of a first kiss would even do.
I have resisted but I am subject to attacks against which I am ill defended. Wandering thoughts have now turned into vivid dreams. You can't imagine the strength of erotic feeling which came behind a dream last night in which the apple of my desire presided over me, her full breasts framed by tangles of long blonde hair, before sinking her lips around my cock. How can I wake up from that a sensible man?
Lastly, I even allowed my fantasies new ground to wander, letting myself weigh in detail the plans of paying for a young girl's company, of the fantasy that our night might drift to teasing lips and gently exploring tongues. How sweet even a kiss would be.
Please help me!
-Feaverous and Contagious
Those casting an eye over my posting history will notice we have been here before, but as ever with a highly charged sexual conundrum I turn to the supportive pages of the Lit Forums.
In short, I am in a fantastic relationship, I hope that all can empathise from some moment in their past. One which provides a spring of happiness and is actually very sexually fulfilling.
I have an ongoing battle with my alter ego, a dark twin with a desire to taste the affections of another woman.
Partly it is a longing to know if a blowjob by any other lips would feel as sweet, for I have never felt but hers. Partly it is a quicksand grade resistance to the lure of the curvacious and full figure, the antithesis of what I admire now. But partly it is just the desire for a brief taste of the new, the heart pounding moment of a first kiss would even do.
I have resisted but I am subject to attacks against which I am ill defended. Wandering thoughts have now turned into vivid dreams. You can't imagine the strength of erotic feeling which came behind a dream last night in which the apple of my desire presided over me, her full breasts framed by tangles of long blonde hair, before sinking her lips around my cock. How can I wake up from that a sensible man?
Lastly, I even allowed my fantasies new ground to wander, letting myself weigh in detail the plans of paying for a young girl's company, of the fantasy that our night might drift to teasing lips and gently exploring tongues. How sweet even a kiss would be.
Please help me!
-Feaverous and Contagious