Undressing Strangers With The Eyes

Yesterday, gave me no privacy for a posting. I am sorry if you logged in and found nothing new. In an earlier posting, I told you that only three male friends know about my alternative life style. These were chosen carefully as confidents because each had previously told me of their proclivities. When I told one of them, he said something like, ‘I’m amazed.’

I said, ‘Didn’t you think I was that kind of person?’

He said, ‘Well, it’s not that, but you have such a busy career and home life, I can’t believe you have time.’

Yesterday was a day when career and family were all consuming and I had no time either for my secret ladies or for posting to my blog.

Today, I want to give insight into how a philanderer like me thinks. Some would describe me as a wolf or in old fashioned terms ‘a scoundrel’. It may appear that I am always on the lookout for women with whom to have sex. In a sense, it’s true, but because I have been successful at finding lovers, I have control over my urges and don’t have lecherous thoughts where it is inappropriate. My children are grown up and have female friends who are otherwise very desirable, but it is anathema to me to lust after them. I have female staff and, again, I have no sexual thoughts or desires in their direction. The same applies to the wives and girlfriends of friends. These women are not just out of bounds, but out of bounds as far as thought are concerned.

On the other hand, no other half –attractive woman is safe from my desires. This is not to say that I will ever try to force my attentions on a woman, or be rude or crude. My technique is always mild flirtation. If there is a response then things can be taken further. However, my thoughts about women that I meet are often deliciously explicit. I frequently imagine what their feminine parts look like and how they smell and taste, and how firm or soft their breasts feel. I taste their kisses in my imagination and imagine what it is like to penetrate them.

Such thoughts are delicious and give me much pleasure. This means that any train or bus or train journey is an absolute pleasure, as is a walk though any city street. I very much doubt that many men are different and suspect that many women have secret similar thoughts, if they would admit to them.

Tomorrow’s posting is not about thoughts but action…