Fantasies never let you down

People sometimes think that I want to live out my erotic fantasies. Wrong. I like some of my fantasies to stay as just…fantasies. Also, it happens that most of my fantasies are completely impossible to turn into reality. They are just too weird and implausible to be formed into actual scenarios or even visually represented, except maybe through the medium of deviant erotic art. Like these:

Being ravaged by tentacles and suckers. Yum
Artwork by Pigolin
“The woman as part of the landscape, with little people drowning in her juices” fantasy. Double Yum. Copyright – Pigolin

See, I told you my fantasies were weird.

There’s a distinction between what I do for my sexual kicks with others, and the private inner porn realm of my mind. For example, Continue reading “Fantasies never let you down”

Desire me, and I will be desirable

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When I was newly single, post-divorce after over 20 years of marriage, my self-esteem and confidence was pretty low. When dating men, I was always anxious to avoid that bad angle of my neck, tummy or thighs. I thought about getting a boob job practically every single day. It took a while, but some wonderful and patient lovers made me feel that none of those things mattered. C-section scar, loose tummy skin, small tits, muffin top thighs… none of those things were what they saw. They saw me as the sexy and sensual woman that I didn’t even see myself. The more I felt desired, the more desirable I felt. Continue reading “Desire me, and I will be desirable”