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As always, it's been a while. I have been lurking, but Crackbook is my main posting place.
I had a VERY weird experience, and I feel the need to share.
Whenever I end up on the men's shelter, women start looking more attractive to me. Anyways, after a day of working, I went to the local library to read some good fluff (Ghost Story by Jim Butcher. It's part of the Dresden Files series). Anyways, there was this very attractive young lady making a sculpture out of books/sheets of paper that took the shape of a tornado. She was nicely dressed, and I found myself having some lustful thoughts. I tried a tantric trick, and the result was quite intriguing.
I breathed in, and enjoyed the sensation. Did this several times, and after that, I went deeper. I found that under the LUST was fear. The fear was "fear of being alone". This was a VERY weird answer to me since I spend most of my time alone. The answer that came back to that was that (in a weird way), I was making a connection.
By the way, I was not looking at her while doing this exercise. I felt the lust, and looked away. I didn't wish to creep her out.
I had a VERY weird experience, and I feel the need to share.
Whenever I end up on the men's shelter, women start looking more attractive to me. Anyways, after a day of working, I went to the local library to read some good fluff (Ghost Story by Jim Butcher. It's part of the Dresden Files series). Anyways, there was this very attractive young lady making a sculpture out of books/sheets of paper that took the shape of a tornado. She was nicely dressed, and I found myself having some lustful thoughts. I tried a tantric trick, and the result was quite intriguing.
I breathed in, and enjoyed the sensation. Did this several times, and after that, I went deeper. I found that under the LUST was fear. The fear was "fear of being alone". This was a VERY weird answer to me since I spend most of my time alone. The answer that came back to that was that (in a weird way), I was making a connection.
By the way, I was not looking at her while doing this exercise. I felt the lust, and looked away. I didn't wish to creep her out.