Maybe it’s obvious, but I’m writing this one without the safety net of a full narrative. Just the flicker of a thought after midnight and the feeling that I’ll forget it if I don’t capture it now.
I keep circling the same question: how many kinks live better in memory than they do in practice? Some nights I crave the mess, the scripts, the scheduling. Other nights I just want permission to be unfinished, to let the fantasy hover without locking it into a booking.
This is me reminding myself that it’s okay to stay in that in-between. Not every urge has to turn into a confession or an encounter. Sometimes the thought is the experience—and that counts.
A Woman’s Place
I have always craved for big asses. I mean from the very beginning. As a skinny guy, since my first masturbation was thinking of big asses of chubby women.
I can remember one of the first porn pictures I saw on the Internet where a woman was sitting over a man’s face, which turned me on almost instantly. More than that, she was making him as a throne and as a toilet. Demoting him and magnifying her. I don´t appreciate scat; however, at that time, that scene turned me on. There were many signs there, which I had to decrypt after, and it was confusing to me, too much information.
I Am on the Weakest Side
There is a force pushing men toward women, much stronger than that pushing women towards men. This is given, and it is not up for discussion. I could say that force is called life. Life bounds men and women in that way because this is how we persist on Earth. In a raw sight, males have to provide for female mammals in order to keep their genes on Earth, and their higher libido does it. I am not summarizing the entire human experience; however, it’s impossible to ignore this force in our lives.
At the same time, nature gives males a strength that they use on behalf of females.