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While We Cry  

thedane111 50M
17 posts
7/30/2016 3:00 pm
While We Cry

Should be minutes. Yes. I should not fanaticize for hours, even on weekends, even after work is done, about sex. It’s, what? Irresponsible, right? Yes.

Yet, whether I’m alone or accompanied in appreciation
of the mindbody, I linger and it's
Cajun in revelry, more Parisian in reverie.
Either way, gourmet. Honestly
it’s hours when I don’t have hours to spare.
So there. That end of the continuum. Me.
(Play with the line breaks. Experiment with edits, please.)

What do you call it…perverted? Obsessed? Addicted? (let me pause on that last note to say that I have a twelve step program for clit worship that fits nicely within the fifteen minute Tantric method of OMing and is apparently unwelcome in Methodist church basements with burnt coffee and chain smokers).

And I listen to my iTunes meander like a lovely naked thing among Ranunculi, like sunlight off the brass of a second line, from Wax to Theresa Anderson; from Simon and Garfunkle to Prince, Audra Mae, Macklemore and The Guess Who. Turn you off yet? Let’s throw in Toto and Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. I mean, as long as we’re spraying Potential Partner Repellent, yeah?

Because, why am I here? To meet, sure. Even for those sincere – though choosy – among us, meetings happen once every couple of weeks. Of these initial meets, in my experience, one in four lead to sex. Of those sexual encounters, one in five is worth repeating. Correct me, Math Whiz, but I think that’s roughly one-in-twenty odds of a truly successful hookup…out of those we actually meet. What’s left then? The porn value of the site?

Undeniably, there’s better porn out there. Even the cheap stuff is always well-lit and brushed clean of blemishes. Me, my hand, tushy dot com and…me. That’s all I need to ejaculate. I can even make do without the graphic aid. My imagination is just that keen. God bless Himself for being a man. And absolutely none of that is germane. Because it’s not the pics and vids that bring me back here. It’s the conversations – all too often one offs and nothing more, many times lasting past my bedtime – and the brief but honest interactions which spontaneously arise. Would I like them to become more? Well, yes. Ostensibly.

So many times, though, these beatific chats last until one of us sobers up, one of us masturbates, one of us has to shut off the computer because hubby/roommate/ comes home. By “one of us” I mean of course, you. And no, it isn’t always a bad thing. I think I’ve fallen in rapid and fairly deep infatuation over this site more times than heretofore possible. Sure, it's gone (and probably never had been anything remotely real) by the next hour/day/week…but how nice it was while it was happening. I can appreciate those moments for what they were while realizing what they are not. I read novels and I feel, do you? Those people aren’t real, either.

As for whether that “hottie” or “cute couple” was actually a fifty-something guy named Earl rubbing rocksalt on his anus with one hand while he typed with the other… If so – good job, Earl! You’re an empath of the first order and quite the wordsmith to boot. Voir ce grand mot–peintre de l'vagins! To the manor born, sir. And because my iTunes playlist has danced on to Carly Simon (and I’m just the kind of guy to admit it) I can say that the Earl Prospect doesn’t trouble me so much, so long as Earl doesn’t confess himself to me. What I’m confessing here is…IDK…OMG…fellate me QWERTY, cuttie, if it’s all we can do. Make me spot my boxers and dream untoward things. Know that I’d meet if you wanted. Know also that I’d call you out for using a decade-old photo, whether or not I'm still interested. And know that I mean everything in my profile. You?

Of those who read this far, what am I expecting? Shit. Nothing, really. Congratulations to you, I guess. I probably would've given up at that loosely constructed verse up top.

Oh – While We Cry is a Kenny Wayne Shepherd song. Go to iTunes now and get it. The live version from his Ledbetter Heights album. Play it loudly while you get/give head and don't stop until Kenny Wayne does. You might learn how to make oral even more enjoyable for both of you you. At least you’ll discover whether you have good taste in music. There’s your cookie

~M


thedane111 50M

11/3/2016 9:23 am

I wish you were closer too, sweetie

The site was better, back when. I think it will be again, just needs an update and a few tweaks. I write (sporadically) as another, non-photographic outlet to my exhibitionist tendencies. It's separate from seeking sexual fulfillment, I think. Or not. Never claimed to understand the psychology of it all, just to acknowledge it

Thanks for taking the time to read and write back! Have a lovely weekend, hot stuff!


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