Harry Haversackers wrote:I've been an admirer of feminine beauty 50+ years. The ladies always have me drooling and wanting to bust out of my cage, whether it's Day 2, or Day 62 (that's today).
Yeah, I've always liked and admired the girls. I never had a stage where girls were 'icky', I always wanted them, as far back as I can remember. In fact, I can now trace back the connection to my attraction to bondage and domination to a TV show and the games I used to play with the girl who lived across the street when I was still in my single-digit years.
The thing about being locked-up though, is that the egotistical thought that you could have any of them that you wanted is short-circuited- you know you *can't* have them...which sort of makes you want them *more*, forbidden fruit. I also find myself wondering how they would react if they were to discover my 'condition'.
01/24/16 "I need to save some more horses" (Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy) she's dreaming, talking, moving. No sleep for me if she doesn't get off. Tongue pleasures her while she describes 3-way w/2 cowboys on recent trip to TX. Real? Just desire?