About Trystin715

Biography

Married and 64 years old, I feel the hand of time gripping me. Sexually repressed but now inquisitive. I have been writing a little poetry for a while and I wanted to share it with others. Every year I try to do something I have not done before. This year it is writing erotica. Someone once said that the best things that ever happen to you, you cannot tell anyone about. I believe that to be true.There should be secrets in the best of marriages. This is mine.

Name:
Trystin715
Sex:
Male 
Age:
66
Sign:
Libra
Relationship Status:
Married
Orientation:
Straight
Location:
Wisconsin, United States
Local Time:
23 Feb 2018 23:34
Interests:
I like wife sharing stories that explore relationships that occur. I do not like disrespectful sex stories but enjoy submissive ones that are just short of that. Due to my age, I identify more with senior and mature themes than coming-of-age material. I like honesty that surprises me, stories that captivate me, and bold people.
Favorite Books:
Personal journey stories are among my favorites. The kind that say 'here is where my story begins, here is what happened, and here is where I am now'. This leads me to Margaret Mead's biography. An incredible woman. Gen. Hugh Shelton's autobiography. An incredible man. I seldom read fiction that is not erotic. I am fascinated by actual sex worker stories as it is a life I could not imagine myself doing in reality but love it vicariously.

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Date Joined:
28 Mar 2016
Last Visit:
23 Feb 2018 (7 hours ago)
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Friends:
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Followers:
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Days in Chat:
0
Days on Site:
15
Forum Posts:
3
Stories:
32
Badges:
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Topic: When your cock grows soft...
Posted: 20 Aug 2016 20:51

When your cock goes soft and her pussy grows cold, you look in the mirror and see that you are old.
You never thought it would be this way but now you see that today is the day.
Today is the day when you are what you are and no more living will change your star.
Today is the day when you begin to die, killing your time as time flies by.

You will murder each day with a sophistic argument that life has value if it still has intent.
You intended before- when you were young- but now you see what you’ve really become.
Are you the person you intended to be or a different one faded or jaded in a memory?

When your cock goes soft and her pussy grows cold, you know what you bought and what you sold:
Your Soul or Your Body or Your Principled life, Your Family or Your Fortune or Your Partner in Life.
Each of us faces that fateful day when the scale of life tilts and your measure is weighed.
Too much of this or too little of that, the balance is broken and you are where you are at.

When your cock goes soft and her pussy grows cold, you look in the mirror and see that you are old.
You never thought it would be this way but now you see that today is the day.

Topic: Crepuscular Revenge
Posted: 05 Aug 2016 19:49

(Note: The last line of each stanza is intended to be spoken angrily)

A semi-circular moon in a crepuscular sky.
Indigo hues of a day that passed by.
I grieve at the tomb of my goddess on high,
And I shake my fist at this crepuscular sky.

A portentous night, cumulonimbus clouds,
Her body cocooned in funereal shroud,
Her life was plundered, plucked from a crowd
I shake my fist and cry “Death, be not so proud”.

A malodorous scent of decomposing musk
As the indigo hues turn darker towards dusk,
I vow revenge to that monster among us.
While I shake my fist in anger, Death is ingenuous.

A semi-circular moon in a crepuscular sky,
I swear by all Gods that Death, too, shall die.
He deceives us with the most ancient of lies
And I shake my fist hearing Death proselytize.

There is no universe Death can secret her from me,
No chains shall hold her in Death’s captivity,
They are not his rules. It’s an immortal eternity.
So I shake my fist at Death, Mankind’s darkest enemy.

A semi-circular moon in a crepuscular sky.
Indigo hues of a day that passed by.
I grieve at the tomb of my goddess on high,
And angrily shake my fist at this crepuscular sky.

Topic: Put one of yours here...
Posted: 12 Jun 2016 14:25

Getting into my wife’s lovely drawers

My wife is blond as you can surely see;
An upturned nose and very pretty.
She cooks, she cleans, and she rings my bell
But it’s her drawers that I love so well.

My wife’s drawers are a sight to behold!
A tale to you that must be told
Of things so secret and forbidden;
The contents of which must be hidden.

Her love is hidden inside that place.
How in the world can there be such space?
I find things that I dare not describe;
Secret things that I should not find.

My wife’s drawers are a menagerie
Of playing cards and gold jewelry;
Gum and matches are down deep,
Buried under the Scotch tape heap.

Thin little cookbooks are shoved to the back,
Baseball score cards used to keep track.
Pictures of family and friends together;
Halloween masks (including the feather!)

Bills and pills and lottery winners
Can be found with the silver for dinner.
The garlic press sits upon dinner recipes
Next to the Ace bandages for your knees.

The secret’s out and now you know,
The hidden things found down below
The fifty-cent coupons and packing tape,
The rubber bands and hooks for drapes.

The counter and the cabinets, I fear,
Never harbor trinkets as dear
As the drawers my wife stuffs every day.
It’s her love for her family she tucks away.

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Recommended Read Semina Vitae Six

The Friday Before: 6:00 AM to 2:00 PM “Good morning, sleepy head. Time to get up. You have work today.“ Mack mumbled a few things and went into the shower. It was Friday morning and he was exhausted. Mary followed him a few minutes later. They clung to each other as two shower heads pumped gallons of hot water onto their backs. Mack had designed the shower with three things in mind....

Added 21 Feb 2018 | Category Novels | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 495 | 2 Comments

Recommended Read Semina Vitae Five

The Thursday Before: John wrote an early email to Mack and Mary about the two challenges for today. Good morning to both of you, You are having a great week completing these challenges. I know from your emails and pictures that you both are enjoying this adventure. Your first challenge today is to spend half an hour naked in any outside sport. You may pick any sport you like but...

Added 18 Feb 2018 | Category Novels | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 736 | 2 Comments

Recommended Read Semina Vitae Four

The Wednesday Before: “Tribute me, Mack, show me your seed. John will show me his on Saturday. I know he will. He will rub his cock for me and I will watch him. You know he has a handsome cock. You have seen pictures of it.“ Mary’s timing and intonation were excellent. John was watching the video Mack had uploaded into the drop box last night. She was killing Mack with her tease. She...

Added 17 Feb 2018 | Category Novels | Votes 6 | Avg Score 4.83 | Views 692 | 3 Comments

Semina Vitae Three

The Tuesday Before: John read Mack’s email with interest. Mack said he bought tea, pineapple chunks, pears, and pistachios. Although not convinced, Mack was willing to change his diet to try this tasting experiment. Mack also wrote John about the Foshay cameltoe. Mary had been hot and her cameltoe could be seen by most people at the Foshay. Mack went into detail about the looks on men’s...

Added 14 Feb 2018 | Category Novels | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 785 | 5 Comments

Recommended Read Semina Vitae Two

The Monday Morning Before: Mack enjoyed peeping in on Mary as she was showering. “God, what a beauty I married!”  Even through the steamed-up glass shower doors, Mack could make out Mary’s shapely body: well-formed breasts, wide hips, and soft stomach above a well-shaped pussy. Its slightly longer inner labia were erotic and still reminded Mack of those alien suckers in the sci-fi movies....

Added 13 Feb 2018 | Category Novels | Votes 7 | Avg Score 4.86 | Views 850 | 6 Comments

Recommended Read Semina Vitae

Saturday Night at the Foshay…. “Bovis a vita”, he thought, The Life of a Bull. He sipped his Crown and water at the bar as he waited for Mary’s husband to call. He went through a mental checklist as he waited: first time with another man, first time threesome, first time shared, and first time recorded. This was an unusual and welcome change from other recent encounters. Mack McDonald...

Added 11 Feb 2018 | Category Novels | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,431 | 8 Comments

My breath became a zephyr

My breath became a zephyr the instant our eyes met, My eyes wandered over her, a memory I will not forget, I cannot describe her beauty; I was blinded by her light, I wish to take her home for the remainder of my life. Alas, she has a husband, a man with too much male ego, He doesn’t know she looks at me as a man she’d like to know. We avert our eyes when speaking; we don’t trust the honesty...

Added 24 Oct 2016 | Category Love Poems | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 395 | 2 Comments

Liquid Chocolate Eyes

Her liquid chocolate eyes mesmerize; my chin on hands, my breath full of sighs, Her husband thinks nothing amiss but I desire to give his wife a kiss, There is smoke when our eyes meet and thoughts of being indiscreet, A fire burns within my heart, she feeds the flames, Cupid shoots a dart, We three talk of interesting things, the angel unfolds her lovely wings, Her chocolate eyes mesmerize,...

Added 11 Oct 2016 | Category Love Poems | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 340 | 3 Comments

How beautiful you look today!

How beautiful you look today! Your hair just so and tucked away; Your face is beaming, your smile is bright, Is it because of something that happened last night? How beautiful you look today! You glide just so and you sway; Your touch is loving, Your kiss is light, Is it because of something that happened last night? How beautiful you look today! You look just so.... Wait! Please look my...

Added 04 Aug 2016 | Category Love Poems | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 452 | 3 Comments

We prove it to be true

You reach out to me once… and I check emails every hour. You said to write you when I can… and I wrote six pages. You said “I will write again Sunday”… and I check messages two days before. You say we are friends but my actions betray my feelings. You say ours is a love lost but we have talked for years and then not talked for years. How is it that I do not believe you? How is it that I do...

Added 25 Jun 2016 | Category Love Poems | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 396 | 1 Comment

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Happy Birthday from the Lush team.
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Hope you are well. Just thought I'd stop in and say hi.
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Gillianleeeza
It's finally getting cold enough to enjoy something like this.
26 Nov 2016 22:07

Gillianleeeza
Just bouncing by to say hi!
22 Oct 2016 14:42

Gillianleeeza
I do love posting pictures. I admit in my profile that I am a shameless flirt, lol.
19 Oct 2016 18:32

Trystin715
You are too cute. Thanks for the flirt.
18 Oct 2016 23:28

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