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Store dressing room fantasy???
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Store dressing room fantasy??? I think the store dressing room fantasy must be the most popular one listed on member profiles. For the life of me, I do not get it. Oh, I understand the part of possibly being caught or overheard being arrousing. But, most of the dressing rooms that I've been in are foul smelling and rather dirty. I thought of this on Sunday morning when I was one of the first shoppers in Macy's. Even first thing in the morning, and the area had an odor I find similar to a locker room. Maybe I just haven't been shopping with the correct man. "Don't count the days, make the days count" |
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You need to find new stores or remodeled ones. Just look out for the new cameras.
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Can they arrest you for doing it in a dressing room? If not, I can be okay with the cameras. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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Only if they catch you. If they say they caught you on camera, then they will have some explaining to do.
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Only if they catch you. If they say they caught you on camera, then they will have some explaining to do. I decided to turn and allow them some privacy. And I see there is another couple under a blanket squirming together. People walking all over the place and I seemed the only one to find it phenomenal. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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Thats one couple that didnt mind if they got caught. The real question here is did you get turned on by seeing them be so free. Tell me what you thought while you watched even if it was for a short time.
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Hi PG, I need to premise my answer with a detail. I was on this short vacation instead of the major one I was booked to be on half way around the world, because I had just been released from spending over a week in ICU. My mood was not conducive to getting turned on by others having a fantastic time. And Physically, the walking was paying a major toll on me. I remember feeling like I had been transplanted back to 1969. There was someone playing music, some people singing along, and others dancing. I needed to rest, so my husband and son went on the tour of a ship (or submarine). I had quite a wait time for them to return. I did turn back from time to time and peek. I wasn't turned on that day, but know that if it happened today I would certainly be turned on. I mostly was amazed at how long they kept at it. I don't think my husband ever (even at his peak) lasted as long as that guy did. Of course at the time, my husband was my only frame of reference. In the past five years I've learned about the sexual stamina that some men possess. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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Dont you just hate that. You see something at one time amd even though it didnt effect at that moment, the thought builds on you for what seems an eternity. I personally love the way curiousity effects the way we think or even makes us do things that we mormally wouldnt have the balls to to. Its like we are being dared and we have to prove ourselves to well, ourselves. So how long do you think they lasted?
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Dont you just hate that. You see something at one time amd even though it didnt effect at that moment, the thought builds on you for what seems an eternity. I personally love the way curiousity effects the way we think or even makes us do things that we mormally wouldnt have the balls to to. Its like we are being dared and we have to prove ourselves to well, ourselves. So how long do you think they lasted? "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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Describe yourself to me. I want to know make makes you click. Your secret desires and fantasies. What you want for your future.
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Describe yourself to me. I want to know make makes you click. Your secret desires and fantasies. What you want for your future. We moved a number of times and Catholic schools often had a waiting list. Getting us into a Catholic school superseded the logic of maintaining a consistent and/or academic superior education. We were forced to change school in midsemester when an opening for us occurred. I know this isn't the sexy stuff you expected to make me click, but it is the foundation of all that is me. A phony set of role models and a repressed Catholic upbringing made me what I am today. A minor in religion, years of self examination, a basic understanding of metaphysics, and decades of building courage led to my "awakening", "rebellion", "mid-life crisis", "straying", or whatever you would like to call it that has been happening to me the past few years. My secret desire and fantasy, that is really very simple. I want what all people want. What we all need, to be loved and to have joy in my life. And, to have a minimal amount of pain and suffering. I want to live the American dream, alas, the non-Disney version. Cinderella gets her prince (albeit he may be already married, divorced, or widowed), a blended family (that struggles to come to grips with the need to blend), instead of a cat and dog we'll have a chinchilla or ferret (how avante garde), and in the driveway (oh, geesh) a fleet of tony cars and SUVs. All kidding aside. I have a reoccurring dream in which I am divorced and living in a house I saw in a magazine. I have a live-in friend who is widowed. Both of our families are coming for Thanksgiving. The kids are squabbling over everything from family traditions and space, to whether or not to watch the Macy's parade. A argument breaks out and I get upset and hide in my bedroom and sob. My friend seeks me out, comforts me, and professes his love for me for the first time ever. I faint, get revived by a niece that is a nurse, and well, the dream takes different paths at this point. I won't bore you with the mundane. I will tell you that in one version, my friend and I make passionate love while the family readies for Thanksgiving dinner. In another, we fly off for an extended vacation the day after Christmas and that includes lots of passion and romance in some highly romantic settings. Unfortunately, what I want, is not what I expect to happen. In fact, it is almost entirely hopeless. But, it doesn't cost anything to dream and hope. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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I understand your up-bringing, a little befuddled on what took you so long to start releasing your built up tensions. A part of me wants you to take some of it out on me but because of my work schedule, about 80 hours a week, I wouldnt want you to get your hopes up that it would be a consistant relationship. Tell me what you look like. Your profile doesnt even have a tease photo.
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Sex in a bar is on my fantasy list. Years ago, an off-site co-worker invited me to join him for drinks. He was meeting co-workers from another off-site location that I didn't know. This co-worker and I were in the middle of an Emotional Affair that other co-workers were picking up on. Three women on separate occassions asked me the nature of my involvement with him, and whether he was free game. One of the woman took the bull by the ring (so to speak) and began massaging him. He uttered that he was getting hard. My wish is that I taken him over to the dark corner in the back of the bar and sucked him off. Or, we'd gone to my car in the parking lot and fucked our brains out. Most dying men say, "the things I regret most are the things I didn't do, not the things I did." I wish I'd fulfilled a fantasy. However, I took him out of the bar, kissed him goodnight and sent him home to his wife. Part of why I came to VisionPersonals.com was that incidence and others like it with that man. We had an emotional only affair for a year, because there was always ambiguous signals on whether it should go physical. With VisionPersonals.com, we knew that sex was in the game. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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Robb, Suspense is an amazing tool, a necessary ingredient in most writing, but in this case it's killing me. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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