NerdsMooGrrr
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Recently some thoughts have begun surfacing; introspection on why I have had less and less desire to take my pleasure into my own hands (quite literally...). I think that, especially while in the midst of an interaction or scene with her, that being dismissed -- told to go play by myself... has planted this feeling... this subliminal association within my mind.
In addition to resonance and rippling of past events playing on emotions and thought processes, there is also the desire to share my pleasure with her; let her experience what she does to me, the feelings, sensations... twisting, moaning, writhing... biting my lip in anticipation -- letting her relish and delight in my pleasure (or discomfort... as the case may be).
Furthermore... I cannot shake this almost condesending and definite coldness attached to it now; as if just ''getting off" was my only motivation... to think that she is not an integral part... that her thoughts, desires... will... and merely presence is pleasing to me on so many levels.
Coming back to the memories...? I cannot underscore enough the images of her getting frustrated; times when I could not do what was asked... or simply hesitated... or even at times defiance. Her ending the scene... telling me just to forget it; go take care of myself and then get back to her... and seeing her leave. These memories stir up feelings of insignificance... detatchment. Also... not quite apathy but, more indifference... like my wanting to please her didn't matter at all...
It kills me having to think that I've failed so utterly to drive her to that point...
I can't even begin to define how terrible I've felt at times like those... recalling myself begging and begging for her to say... only to be turned away.
Ultimately, however... I guess might not be punishment per say but... perhaps these thoughts may provide a better understanding behind my seemingly self inflicted restriction... and desires to play only with her -- just the previous night... I found myself achingly aroused... but harboring a deep desire to share that with her I accepted that it was not desired at that particular time...
Would love to hear others thoughts on something like this; anything from I am off my rocker to think masturbating is a punishment to "yea... I feel that way too sometimes", and anything in between and completely unrelated
Thank you!
In addition to resonance and rippling of past events playing on emotions and thought processes, there is also the desire to share my pleasure with her; let her experience what she does to me, the feelings, sensations... twisting, moaning, writhing... biting my lip in anticipation -- letting her relish and delight in my pleasure (or discomfort... as the case may be).
Furthermore... I cannot shake this almost condesending and definite coldness attached to it now; as if just ''getting off" was my only motivation... to think that she is not an integral part... that her thoughts, desires... will... and merely presence is pleasing to me on so many levels.
Coming back to the memories...? I cannot underscore enough the images of her getting frustrated; times when I could not do what was asked... or simply hesitated... or even at times defiance. Her ending the scene... telling me just to forget it; go take care of myself and then get back to her... and seeing her leave. These memories stir up feelings of insignificance... detatchment. Also... not quite apathy but, more indifference... like my wanting to please her didn't matter at all...
It kills me having to think that I've failed so utterly to drive her to that point...
I can't even begin to define how terrible I've felt at times like those... recalling myself begging and begging for her to say... only to be turned away.
Ultimately, however... I guess might not be punishment per say but... perhaps these thoughts may provide a better understanding behind my seemingly self inflicted restriction... and desires to play only with her -- just the previous night... I found myself achingly aroused... but harboring a deep desire to share that with her I accepted that it was not desired at that particular time...
Would love to hear others thoughts on something like this; anything from I am off my rocker to think masturbating is a punishment to "yea... I feel that way too sometimes", and anything in between and completely unrelated
Thank you!
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