There are these days where you just sit
and wonder, why, what and how? If dating isn’t difficult enough at,
I believe, any age, they keep adding things, lets call them fetish,
although in my head I have a very different name for them.
Somewhere in the area of my brain were
many things are hidden in a dense, yet colourful fog I do remember
how nervous I was the first time I had sex, if I even recall it as
such. Am I doing it right, or wrong, what the f.... is this, what is
happening? This was scary enough and to think that I have to add,
whips, leather, chains, speedo's, latex or god knows what kind off
furry costume. For sure it would have made me asexual....
is it a wonder so many people are
confused? Not to me it is any more! As I talk to my younger friends I
was more and more introduced (word wise) into the scene or fetish
they were active. Interesting I thought, to hear about not to act on
it. Why does a person want to do that I wondered, and I just asked.
Well the answer was clear and each one of them seemed to have
travelled many a fetish way to find out what tickles their fancy.
Glad not all of these talks were dinner conversations, I would
probably lost a few pounds.
After hearing these stories I do see
them in a different light, but not in a bad way, they are open to
chat and tell about their “puppy ways”, or rocking jacuzzi
moments. In the end they are great guys, and I love them for who they
are. The fact that I do not feel sexual attracted to them probably
helps me to understand them, until you meet one, where you get this
buzzing feeling in your stomach and this little bit of hope and
desire awakes. The game begins, pictures are shared and the talking
and discovering each other starts.
For a moment I forget reality and the
fact that at least 900 km of road is keeping me from jumping on my
bike. No weird questions and unwanted naked pictures. Than on a very
average Wednesday night it happens, to slowly to be noticed at first.
Do you like role-play, this question
should have started with a nice chime of the local bell-tower. But as
I was to sleepy and not reading what I should read, I said sure,
thinking of a little game like cop and burglar. Hey, a little fantasy
never hurt. Somewhere a few sentences later it surfaced, the
role-play of horse and jockey. There is me thinking of these carnival
horses where one is the front and the other the back, so this must go
towards a threesome, I couldn’t have been more of the (horse)
track. Nope one person would be the horse, naked and all, wearing the
gear, picturing this it was kinda hard not peeing my pants.... but go
on, tell me more, guess what he did, and he didn't stop. As I have a
very imaginative thinking brain, I could almost see it come to life
in my bed room. I was awake, not because it became interesting as a
thing to actually do, but just wanting to know where this was
heading. As my granddad was a blacksmith I did know a few things
about how to attend to a horse when a new horseshoe is needed.
Instead of keeping my mouth shut, I corrected him, and with that I
was in the story somehow. He thought I would be fully up for that.
Well at the end of the story he asked
if I liked it as much as he did, and there were many more
possibilities for the horse to act in a fantasy. If he only knew I
was trying my best not to roll out of bed, laugh my ass off and drown
in my tears (of joy) he would not have liked me any more.
After our chat, I could not fall asleep
and I just wondered not if there would be a guy for me out there, but
would there be one with out all the “extras”, when I think of
options its for buying a car, or a washing machine with a program for
wool.
So I better prepare for the little
extras and might want to change my questions when meeting someone.
The next time someone tells me he likes horses I might give him a
somewhat weird look.
I wonder what’s next...... or let me
not wonder just be surprised, thank god I have my friends, and they
don’t seem to know every fetish...
so happy with that bunch of young ones,
they truly keep me sharp and informed. Their lives are more special
than they might think, to me they are the reason for writing,
thinking and enjoying my fetish; being me and staying that way!
Time to go to bed, no chat tonight!!! I
simply want to dream, one of my own, simple but so satisfying.
Have a carrot and see you tomorrow
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