MMM_wms
Really Really Experienced
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- Dec 4, 2019
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I am beginning to believe that truthfulness of and in a mail partner is as impossible to come by -- with any degree of certainty -- as is honest love and affection. Up to now I had assumed that any woman deeply disappointed by her spouse, and of the reality of her not-so-great marriage, would crave meeting me: a man honestly intent on giving her what she is missing, in the form of a mail companionship driven by loving affection
But how is this woman to know who I really am? Or what my character is like? And how am I to know, whether the legend she feeds me -- that she’s been neglected by an insensitive husband -- is real and an honest representation of the truth?
It seems to me, the only thing two mail partners can be certain of is how probable or plausible and how realistic the role is that each is playing. Truth is something very relative anyway. And for two mail partners, it is impossible to tell. When one is downright honest with her/himself.
My last prior mail lover was a great and sweet young woman, as long as what she wrote me sounded and appeared half-ways plausible. But when discrepancies became ever greater versus probability, I began disbelieving her. Because being with her seemed too good to be true. And too-good-to-be-true situations hardly ever are!
Let me take a recent observation of a personal ad as an example, by a man, and the response of a woman to his ad. He claimed to be a young man in search of a loving mom or step mom, and she claimed to be full of maternal longings. My thinking is: if he merely plays his role right, towards her, and if she only acts like a mom with maternal feelings, the two of them will feel and be happy. And who they are in reality will never really matter.
When I had my first experience with a whore I picked up on the street -- was living in Europe then -- had she only acted like what she was getting paid for, everything would have been fine. Only when she began complaining about how miserable a lover I was for her, did I slowly get turned off. OK, she was pretty drunk, but nevertheless!
Four years later, a prostitute I slept with stayed with me all night and she kissed me, when we parted. And I was happy. And I would have been just as happy, had she “only” been a nymphomaniac who never had felt a single orgasm all night. As long as she did fake her cummmings well enough. OK, she’d also would have had to fake her parting kiss in the morning.
So to make a long story short: I am now searching for a woman who enjoys being with me by mail, either because you really and truly crave that, or because your skills at pretending it are overwhelming. Just make sure your writing sounds like you enjoy my company. And that writing is in fact a skill you are blessed with. For without any writing skills on your part and on mine, none of all that is going to become possible.
But how is this woman to know who I really am? Or what my character is like? And how am I to know, whether the legend she feeds me -- that she’s been neglected by an insensitive husband -- is real and an honest representation of the truth?
It seems to me, the only thing two mail partners can be certain of is how probable or plausible and how realistic the role is that each is playing. Truth is something very relative anyway. And for two mail partners, it is impossible to tell. When one is downright honest with her/himself.
My last prior mail lover was a great and sweet young woman, as long as what she wrote me sounded and appeared half-ways plausible. But when discrepancies became ever greater versus probability, I began disbelieving her. Because being with her seemed too good to be true. And too-good-to-be-true situations hardly ever are!
Let me take a recent observation of a personal ad as an example, by a man, and the response of a woman to his ad. He claimed to be a young man in search of a loving mom or step mom, and she claimed to be full of maternal longings. My thinking is: if he merely plays his role right, towards her, and if she only acts like a mom with maternal feelings, the two of them will feel and be happy. And who they are in reality will never really matter.
When I had my first experience with a whore I picked up on the street -- was living in Europe then -- had she only acted like what she was getting paid for, everything would have been fine. Only when she began complaining about how miserable a lover I was for her, did I slowly get turned off. OK, she was pretty drunk, but nevertheless!
Four years later, a prostitute I slept with stayed with me all night and she kissed me, when we parted. And I was happy. And I would have been just as happy, had she “only” been a nymphomaniac who never had felt a single orgasm all night. As long as she did fake her cummmings well enough. OK, she’d also would have had to fake her parting kiss in the morning.
So to make a long story short: I am now searching for a woman who enjoys being with me by mail, either because you really and truly crave that, or because your skills at pretending it are overwhelming. Just make sure your writing sounds like you enjoy my company. And that writing is in fact a skill you are blessed with. For without any writing skills on your part and on mine, none of all that is going to become possible.
