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.
Hotwife
I believe this title already tells you it all. But to not end it here, I will unfold a little more.
Family and luxury were the main goals of a regular masculine being, but through regular means they turned out to be mutually exclusive.
Red Pill and the War of the Sexes
After a failed relationship, I came across red pill content, now widely talked about, breaking out of its bubble and, I would say, even being unfairly exaggerated and persecuted.
After some time, when I got into a new relationship, I gradually lost interest, because I had the impression that everything that needed to be said had already been said, and the producers kept recycling themes in cycles with media clippings.
From Throne to BBC
Over the years I (M40) have realised I’m happiest when I’m dirty, buried in a woman’s ass, serving as her throne. That’s the fantasy that never dims. But on the other side of forty I noticed something: as much as women might enjoy the game, it rarely burns as hot for them as it does for me. It’s my core kink, not always theirs.
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.