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Little lies. We all tell them. Mostly to ourselves. Mostly to make ourselves feel better. Know what I mean? Here are a couple of recent examples to illustrate my point.
Behind the Mask
Today I talked with a guy, who, after a few minutes of chit-chat, blurted out “I’m a closet bi-sexual.”
“Really?” I said. “What makes you so sure you are in the closet?”
“Truth is,” he said, “I’m a family man. I do a good job staying behind the mask. But lately, in the back of my mind, I sense my friends are very aware of my little demon.”
“Why do you think that?” I asked.
“Well,” he said, “I know I’ve been doing a good job of keeping my secret and whenever anybody asks me if I might be gay, I vehemently deny it. I’m not gay. I prefer women. I’d like to suck a cock to see what it is about, but I’m not a submissive bottomboy bitch.”
“Okay, maybe I am gay,” he said. “But I don’t know how they sense it. I don’t want to know~ I don’t even want to admit it to myself!”
Little Lies Sooner or Later Come to Light
I get a lot of calls from guys who say, “I want you to make me suck cock. Of course, I’d never do it on my own, though. I can’t even imagine the thought of my lips wrapped around a cock. It grosses me out, in fact. I just think it would be hot to do it just for you.
Sooner or later, though, the truth comes out. “I love cock. I crave cock. I need cock,” I start hearing! “I’m so into cock, I’m never going back again to pussy,” I hear. “LOL,” I always tell them. “That’s second hand news! I knew the minute you called me that you’d be saying that! What makes you think you are the one that’s any different?”
Back to Little Lies on Monday Morning
Of course, Saturday night’s cock fest is the last thing you want to think about Monday morning when it’s time to go back to work. “I’m so afraid you’re going to hold this over my head,” you say in your email to me. “I just can’t have this albatross around my neck,” you add.
“It was okay to be dreamin’ the dream on Saturday night, but I’ve got to put that behind me. I have a gold dust woman at home who loves me.”
“Sure,” I reply. “I understand.”
Fast forward to the weekend… my phone rings. It’s you.
“Back for more cock?” I say. “Pucker up cocksucker, grab hold of that tusk and start sucking!”
There you have it, pets…. the truth about all those little lies we keep telling ourselves!
Until next time,
Your Intelligent Fantasies Mistress
So the little lies we tell ourselves got me to thinking of a moment that happened to me earlier this year.
I was at an adult store that had video booths in the back. I had gone out and done my little tease and denial game and when I was finished I decided to look around the toy area a bit. I got to talking to the gentleman who worked behind the counter about fleshlights. While we were talking another man come out from the booth area and headed right for the exit. As he passed the counter the clerk wished him a good day. He ducked his head and rushed right out the door. I responded to the clerk with “ some people just cant admit what they do to themselves” and then continued our discussion.
I always love how reading a blog will spark some memory or thought in me.
LOL, Forrest! I know what you mean- I’ve never been embarrassed or in a hurry when in the adult store. For me, it’s no different than a trip to Walmart (including the type of people you see) but it never ceases to amaze me how many people act just the way you described.
LOL, fluffy. Paranoid much? Hehe!
Is thia about me
Wish I could call now
Maybe from the ,car