Lost_Yonder
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For some time now a story idea (that I will probably never write) has been flitting around my imagination, coming to vivid life more recently. Given the hyper-divisive political world of even daily life now in the US, I can't help but wonder what might draw two people from opposite extremes together sexually?
Though the fantasy/story idea has a longer history, the current manifestation is inspired by an unfolding debate on an online forum between neighbors in regards to wearing masks. It is mind boggling to me that some insist on being so ignorant and arrogant about their "right" not to wear a mask. That being said, one of the antagonists in the debate I decided to google and discovered that she is extremely hot looking 40something, Trump loving, gun toting, bible thumping crazy woman.
Of course, now I can't help but imagining a situation where we meet, we argue, we despise one another and afterwards we fuck.
But why would we? Are we just so angry, so charged, that our need for sexual release draws us together? Does one dominate the other or is it a dance/fight of two equals as our clothes come flying off? And what happens when it is all over? I can't imagine there is going to be any cuddling and spooning! How do we even look at one another as we dress? Or does my sexual prowess convert her to my way of thinking???
Though the fantasy/story idea has a longer history, the current manifestation is inspired by an unfolding debate on an online forum between neighbors in regards to wearing masks. It is mind boggling to me that some insist on being so ignorant and arrogant about their "right" not to wear a mask. That being said, one of the antagonists in the debate I decided to google and discovered that she is extremely hot looking 40something, Trump loving, gun toting, bible thumping crazy woman.
Of course, now I can't help but imagining a situation where we meet, we argue, we despise one another and afterwards we fuck.
But why would we? Are we just so angry, so charged, that our need for sexual release draws us together? Does one dominate the other or is it a dance/fight of two equals as our clothes come flying off? And what happens when it is all over? I can't imagine there is going to be any cuddling and spooning! How do we even look at one another as we dress? Or does my sexual prowess convert her to my way of thinking???