Self reflection Stories

I was still coming when I got dressed Leggings pulled up over my steamy wet cunt, and my hot heavy breasts encased, straining, wanting to be free Bleary eyed, out of breath, I unlocked the door and the early morning breeze carried my musky sweet scent across the sleeping houses My body is still hot when I walk into the cold morning My nipples salute the black sky My arms shiver and send shocks to my sex My middle is soup,...

Do you know those moments when your entire being is pushing you to test the boundaries, chase the excitement, explore these uncharted waters of unprecedented thrill? Let me just tell you that I have an innate talent of, sometimes deliberately, self-sabotaging them. If it is for good reason, you may wonder—maybe a deeper sense of loyalty or overly strict ideas of exemplary principles or any other howsoever-natured virtuous...

As a younger man,The object of desire Was a thing Two as one- The moment, The doing, The having, The taking As an older man, The object of desire  Is a feeling Two as one- The being, The you, The me, The we And so I've learned, The passion of doing And the feeling of being Together make us, An object of desire