TO: AdultMatchDoctor Members
TAGLINE: Conformity Is Judgment's Henchman
Oh, yes, I am going there!
We all have masks. Whether we want to admit it or not.
Hidden worlds to our bosses, family and friends are held in the shadows for the majority of our lives. Revealing who we really are in the brightness of daylight, could expose something that others may fear for themselves.
Sex is that boogeyman (or boogey-woman) which hangs over our lives, as if it were a cloud of constant caution. (And, that's going beyond safe sex) What I'm getting at is the finger of judgment by society around us.
Judgment would never be in my heart, soul or mind for any of you.
People are always told about being a proper lady or gentleman. And, also fitting into those boxes of suffocation in life's order. You can't have thoughts or feelings that may seem out of the ordinary to the persons in your life.
We all know that shade of the mask.
Beyond the horizon of what is normal in society is what I'm getting at. If a woman sees a man and is turned on by him, she's considered (well, we know what people will whisper behind her back), a sinful slut.
Now, ladies we all would be lying if not admitting a dampness from seeing pics of some of the fellas on this site.
While a married man (or woman) who steps outside of band of wedding tradition is giving the finger cross from Bible Thumpers. (And, we all know who they are in our lives & world)
Maybe people look down on those of us who have secrets, because of jealousy. They'd never truly understand what brings us all here.
Dirty talk, kinky clothes, and attitudes which match, are such a vacation from everyday life.
Some of us crave the excitement of tapping away on a keyboard of delights. (Which yours truly has felt many droplets of pleasure & soaked panties from) Streams of reactions from all of you, truly is a turn on.
Others long for that anonymous touch in the moonlight or sunlight. Hot and sweaty swinging and gangbangs galore. Nothing less and nothing more. Whether it be in a motel or suburban home, flesh on flesh is sought out. In some ways, it's a friendship (or should I say a fuck fellowship) on the most intimate scale.
Then, there are those for which the masks are never needed. (These are the persons I truly envy) Rebels at heart is what they are. Always taking the chances that many of us could never dare. They are daredevils of desire.
From fetishes of various types, to simple flirtations with one another online. These are our masks.
Since I've been on AdultMatchDoctor, my imagination has hit the heights beyond the ceiling of concealment. A primal hunger has been fulfilled within me. (And, I'm not ashamed of that fact, at all)
My mask blew away beneath a blustering wind of rainbow's words. Through kaleidoscope's rainbow of many shades of blue. To that palest pink to ravishing red. Blush has returned to my cheeks (And, I just don't mean the one's on my face)
My mask lays at the bottom of inhibition's sea. May it remain drowned, for all the world to see.
Butterfly flutters onward to freedom......
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