"It was per chance I stumbled upon it.
Things were not good at home.
I felt unwanted.
Overlooked.
Just a wallet.

And there it was....

A site filled with a bevy of beauties.

What a pot of gold.

At first I felt like a voyeur looking in. Logging in at odd times, nobody any the wiser.
Then I got braver.
I registered.

What name to use.......it is good to hide behind an avatar and nobody knows who it is.
Adds to the excitement and gives me the courage to say whatever I may want without much repurcussion faced in my "real" life.

My first punt!

Damn! She was everything my fantasy desired.
Did she ride me
Did she suck me
Did she do all my mind yearned for......it was mind-blowing.

I became addicted.
I needed to taste of many fruits....my hunger could not be satiated.

I needed to eat and eat and EAT!

Now....

My soul is starving
I am cold
Yet my heart beats.

I want to fuck you
And yes
I want you to fuck me.....
But with LOVE.
Yes love.

How did things get so complicated?

Please find me....
Please see me.....
Love me.

I am drowning.

I am consumed."

Prompted by the threads posted this week.

:(

I wonder how many punters can relate to this. Wow....

Wow Ms B
Beautiful, deep, intense, sad
You have brought a good few threads together in this piece

What a great poem about the life of a punter. You have it nailed it. Starts with trepidation, moves to pure lust punt after punt and then somewhere ends up being benign and lacking that certain something. Maybe you are right that some love that certain connection with another soul is the missing ingredient. Maybe that's why so many punters visit ladies for the a cuddle and a chat - as I have been told - and no action at all.

So Ms B does love mean being in love?

Ms B Spot on

You truly have a gift for writing prose.

I am impressed!!

Def, not angry nor disappointed. Loads of truth in the above.

No doubt each and every punter will find a little bit of truth in what you have written, I know I have.

Special woman,
Talented,
Living in full,
She is beautiful,
Big heart,
Focused,
Different,
Yes,
that's Our Russian Goddess.

And suddenly I had a light bulb moment. Here, just like home, I was just a wallet.

Professional help now needed. Oh no! At my psychiatrists office, yes, you guessed it, I was also just a wallet

Love from man purse.

@crave. Brilliant but slightly cynical maybe

Lol @fun. Me? Cynical? Never! Me? Sarcastic? Never!

IamFunluva.....
Does "love" mean being in love?

Aaaaah......I think that is where the "complicated" comes in as well as the confusion.

It is sad when being "in-love" is confused with "loving" the experience shared at that moment.

Yes?