It lke the summer has p[assed by so quickly. Yet I am no closer to finding my dream Sub, not even a playmate. This is not the life I chose formyself at the age of 58. I do not feel life is passing me by yet the need to be wanted by a Sub/slave grows ever stronger and adds to the "something is missing in my life" Thats a real feeling only those that have a deep desire can understand. There is a need in me to feel fullfilled. I will keep going as my glass is always half full. I need to put myself out there in order to be seen and heard. To be desired by someone with the same needs. I have friends but they are the type that dso not live in my world. Its weird how lonely it can be on top of what I have endured. Still I live in hope. Writing it down gives me hope. The grass will be greener. I just hope it is sooner. I need to be flodded with endorphins. Where are you my equal other half? |I am looking for you. I hope you can find me.
Writing can be theraputic or a curse... I think "Theraputic" for now.
