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edict of fantasy
perhaps the fantasy is more valuable than reality:
if I touch you with my real hand, in your secret &
sensitive place, I may give you an orgasm. but if I
deliver to you my fantasies, & they are lucid &
intense, you will bring to yourself your own orgasms;
many, & many.
I have been with whores, & with women who were
whores for promissories other than banknotes. I
have been with women who detested that shameful
epithet, but they were, nonetheless, whores.
and I tell you this because I desire you in the way
that a man desires a woman; it is the same intention
for which a man purchases a prostitute. I admit this
to you outright, so that you will not be deceived.
whatever affection is present, is that which is attached
to our sexual promiscuity.
the great distance of cyberspace is the connection, &
the barrier, that we must traverse. my fantasy of you is
my solitary fulfillment, it is my Bastille. I acknowledge
my guilt, & I accept my incarceration for this reason:
having the fantasy of you is better
than not having you at all…
Published 3rd Mar 2015
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Anonymous
3rd Mar 2015 11:24pm
boom! those last two lines. it is a tangled web we travel in.
Agreed Minerva! what a punch!
I love this Johnny!
I love your mind!!!!
Zazzles xoxox
I love this Johnny!
I love your mind!!!!
Zazzles xoxox
4th Mar 2015 00:09am
You never disappoint, John. Your diction hits in all the right places. Sometimes we dress lust up a little too much when it's just a carnal part of most of us.
4th Mar 2015 1:04am
I can only ever fantasize about fantasy, & I think that's fucked-up. Somehow the truth is never enough. There's a need for deception in this mind connection, where the flesh disconnects, it would seem. It's odd how those in-person relations require much of the opposite. Just my rambling observations. I make sense to no one but myself, & to myself very rarely.
With pinpoint accuracy, John. I'll add it to my list and go back to being quiet.
With pinpoint accuracy, John. I'll add it to my list and go back to being quiet.
4th Mar 2015 4:53am
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Anonymous
4th Mar 2015 2:54am
Dreaming and fantasizing is always safer, but it will never measure to the joys of flesh to flesh.
..and, one other note, on the word whore.
It's a beautiful word if it comes from the lips of someone who adores and respects every aspect of his woman, other than that, no one is allowed to call her that.
Beautifully done and executed, very well done John!
..and, one other note, on the word whore.
It's a beautiful word if it comes from the lips of someone who adores and respects every aspect of his woman, other than that, no one is allowed to call her that.
Beautifully done and executed, very well done John!
4th Mar 2015 3:27am
John I love your love of whores and desiring this lady in such a manner.. creamy thoughts come to mind with love Crim
4th Mar 2015 4:30am
Love how you write of subjects some may find taboo with such elegance and style, John . "it is my Bastille" is my favorite of several terrific lines.
4th Mar 2015 4:52am
the only problem with cyber attraction, JohnFeddler, is that at some moment, one begins to desire the tangible effects of another's sexuality pressed up against your own...and the hot management of your own orgasm begins to fade into the realization that the only love you have given is no more solid than the heavy air around you. You are a splendid writer, my dear, and I often need a cold shower or a few private moments after reading your candid moments. Sigh.....
Anonymous
4th Mar 2015 7:24am
Reeveeleeng
4th Mar 2015 11:18am
ooh so much happening here in the lines & between the lines, Mister Feddeler...
... wonderful wordsmithing, as always
... wonderful wordsmithing, as always
4th Mar 2015 5:02pm
The real woman isn't always within physical reach, so one must improvise. And fantasy, in some cases, might just beat the reality.
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9th Mar 2015 6:26pm
It speaks to me, as it will many. I like the intimate tone you address the special whore with. Nicely written! Respectfully, blue angel
