Estrogensensual

I  had the most interesting dream last night that I have to share. I was approached with an amazing opportunity to go back into time to any time of my choosing, with the caveat being that I only have a few days. Still, I would be able to inhabit the body I had at that time while knowing what I know now. Surprisingly, I jumped at the opportunity without any hesitation or reservations and knew immediately when and where I wanted to go. I often find myself thinking about what it would have been like if I got to meet my delicious man when we were in our prime. I wonder what it would have been like to know this amazing, deep, and loving creature at a time before all our beautiful baggage, our tried lives, and honestly to be the one to saddle break him myself. I hate to imagine anyone before for me, and even though it isn’t productive, I like to think about us when all our body parts were where they originated, and before his back was bad and before having children changed our bodies and...

By taking it back to the beginning, I have found a way to participate again. I’ll admit that I stumbled upon this, but I’m glad of that, and now I use it to my advantage; well, it has always been in my favor, but now I’m more in control of my destiny. I feign some way to lead him to believe that I’m not “in the mood”. He is incredibly intuitive and empathetic, so it does not take much subterfuge. So just when I have him where I want him, I execute my new or old found maneuvers. Just as he is resolved to rest and assuming the position, that is when I take it back to the old school. I move into his side, give him just a couple of soft kisses goodnight, and start to rub the fury wall. This is how I originally stumbled across this once common trail and found its hidden powers. Just being snuggled close to this hot furnace and how his pheromones are triggered under my fingertips as they trace over his muscular frame is enough to get my motor purring, and I understand why he is so often ...