I appreciate the genuinely curious.

I accept that none of us are worthy of judging another.

When I first became sexual was long after the first time my body physically reacted and pumped so much sensual energy through me that everything activated inside. Ever since, the sensory input from as many as fit, really, just feels sooooooo good that kisses seem always at the ready, fingertip touches constantly practicing, torso so warm and enveloping that of course...closer would be better, wouldn't it? Not always always, so I love a cool shower or dive into something cool after working off some of that heated output building and churning for who-knows-how-long-nowadays. After just a day I sense my temperature warming from how much the factory loves to keep going inside...

Years after I first became sexual, there's honest relief in knowing I'm not alone in how it feels. But it's not often, honestly, so of course to each our filters, Venn diagrams away.

What with good manners and all, the writer's viewpoint to consider an alternate reality happening as we speak, to relive or project along time's curve in space almost requires a submissive's dedication to handling the exposure of their agonizingly delicious tease deeper even deeper, as if the game show showed them on display wanting and earning more. Spread and heaving and aghast in delight of rubbing so close upon the deserved delirium of finally...

This while sensory pleasure lay and surge and hum in immediate option, but one can wait.

Reading the room for more,

ad infinitum.

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