chiaThePet
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i have to admit that i most often feel like a pup trapped in an aging body, though i do have quite a few years left in this model i must say. i did the vanilla marriage for eleven years, and frankly don't feel a overwhelming need or rush to find "the one" to gloriously walk off into the darkness of the dungeon with. If it happens, wonderful, but it is not something which occupies my thoughts much. i kind of like those highly, sexually charged involvements, even if they last only a moment in time, even if they don't come along all that often, damn it anyway. Most of how i assess the long term is highly affected by the here and now, a son whom hasn't quite flown the coop, and may not as he approaches college. This and other committments which keep me quite occupied tend to edge out the "golden years" thoughts, even when they occur. Again, not looking, but sometimes life sneaks up and bites you in the ass, sending you flying and knocking over all those neat little blocks lined up in a row. Smitten is smitten at any age. i suppose as the years slip by, i will give more thought and credence to the need or desires of a life partner, or simply a Dominant force as the case may be. A connection which will meet my needs as i suddenly find myself shopping for Depends and Polident Tonight. Maybe i'll be in a "home" and we'll simply tie each other to the bed with our oxygen tubes and apply a blood pressure cuff around our necks for a little breath play. Could happen, probably does. As for the younger/older relationship, hey, why not. A Domme could save a fortune on bondage materials as i wouldn't be able to run away, and hiding my teeth would be an effortless application of discipline. The wise older Domme however might command and conquer a younger slate to draw Her designs of desire on. It becomes an issue of simple math as i see it. Twenty goes into eighty, a hell of a lot more, than eighty goes into twenty. i'll resurrect this post twenty years from now and give an update, just for laughs. i might die a lonely old man, but i got the feeling i'll die a laughing, happy, lonely old man. Cause i'll always be, chia* (the pet)
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Love is a many splendid sting. You can stick me in the corner, but I'll probably just end up coloring on the walls.
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