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What we should be fighting for

Posted by Gimwinkle on Monday, May 28 2018 at 09:22:09AM

I wrote the following text in a post I made here at GC entitled Anatomically correct. Most of you readers have never nor will never experience what I did. Thus, I share. It's sad that such events are considered heinous crimes worse than murder.

Posted by Gimwinkle on Saturday, November 14 2015 at 03:57:14AM
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For four years before I began my protracted vacation, I saw, felt, smelled, and tasted Hers. There is nothing like it in the entire universe nor in any conceivable afterlife. The years spent in social segregation were totally worth just one hour with Her. A minute. A simple kiss. I'd gladly die for such a glimpse of sensory heaven gracing such beautiful body curves. Oh those curves.

It's not so much the taste. A clean valley does not have much of a strong flavor. But the Fun Button -- that tiny knot of "May-I-Have-Your-Full-Attention" didn't need to have even the slightest taste. My close-lipped kissing, descended from a graceful and delicate tummy, brought me to my emotional orgasm that was engendered by the glorious anticipation of that rising curve foretelling my approach to an elegant knoll, and then finding Her velvety lips likewise closed. My tongue’s delicate pressure allowed for a shallow and enfolded entrance, and the discovery of an anatomical feature I would die for. Her inexperience left Her motionless yet inquisitive. What a different feeling I was giving Her! There, just inside, as Her lips embraced me, She was smooth to the touch yet warm. Not salty. Not sweet. Certainly not slippery because She had never been on such a high before. Even later, Her adventures were never lubricated. I'm sure, years later, She will have responded that way. But, in the years we had together, for clitoridis tetigit linguam, my lingua just felt warm moist skin. For me, the compulsion to cause Her pleasure drove me to touch, massage and caress Her Button relentlessly; mind you, there was no pleasuring of me. As I had approached the region by kissing Her neck, chest, tummy and then heaven, it was the reaction of my Angel that captivated me so. At first, it was nothing to Her; She remained quiet. Soon, a breathy "yes" followed my pause for the question of "more?" Before long, the familiar tensing, arching, and finally the harsh breath-gasp indicated the famous "O" was under way. Sure, I have witnessed older Other's with their "O's" that were more intense, but She was simply new at it. She didn't know how to explore, fantasize, nor let Herself go. It certainly came as a surprise to Her. And I smiled; Her pleasure was my goal and obsession. Other adventures were to follow; other, more detailed kissing.

I did ponder exploring beyond the hymeneal gate. But it never even crossed my most idle thoughtless mind to "take" Her. I wondered what it would be like if She had requested such further exploration. I would imagine my patient and loving ringing of her door bell until my entrance would be demanded. Yet I know Nature pre-installs inhibitors to such endeavours by a "him and Her." I never wanted to experiment in that direction. Never wanted. Still don't.

Seduction. To seduce Her. If I thought She would never get hurt or even think poorly of the experiences, I would donate my time and energy to escorting Her to the highest of Pleasure Mountains. To convince Her to invite me, by body-positioning, to caress Her Fun Button until She exploded into orgasm.

Regarding this post and every post I write about myself describing my past, be advised that I was tried, convicted, sentenced to a very long time in prison, and I served the complete sentence. Be further advised that I am no longer practicing illegal activities today and that I refrain from doing so by my own choice, not from fear of legal entanglements or society's outrage. I remain crime free because I choose to.

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