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GreyStorm -> Theater of the mind (3/6/2005 1:29:29 PM)
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I love my imagination. I think I have a pretty good one too. I couldn't even contemplate not having a vivid imagination. I look at objects and I don't always see what they are intended for, I see how I might use them. I can't wait to try things out. I can't wait to experiment. A simple kitchen tongs takes on a whole new meaning at times. A chain might become something to stuff inside my submissive and let it fall out one link at a time, uintil she screams in orgasm. Almost any object can be bent to my purposes. I simply have to find what that purpose is that is hidden inside of it.
An even bigger part of my imagination is conversation. Talking with someone on the internet is intoxicating at times. Sometimes things are miscommunicated, meanings lost, intentions bent, but for the most part, with an intelligent person carrying their half of the conversation, things can be imagined. I'm not distracted by where they are looking. What their body might be doing at the time. What subtle signals might be sent. I am concentrating on the written word. On what they type to me, in the flow of the conversation. I imagine if they are tossing their hair back at a joke. If they are grimacing at the topic. I am interposing my hopes and realities on what they physically might be doing as they type to me. Sometimes it is almost better to imagine those things. This is one of the reasons I don't post my own picture online. It's not that I am ugly, though I am no Brad Pitt, I simply want to be taken for what I type, and not judged by my looks. I am who I am, and you are who you are. I prefer to imagine at times......but I also know reality is much much better. To look into that special someones eyes....is soul turning.
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