I've held this fantasy in my mind for a very long time. It comes to me each time I find myself alone, subtle variations of course but the mood and essentials remain the same. To be on display, the attention of more than one person, and the surrender to moment are such intoxicating standards in my imagination. The men are always different depending on my current partner, or who I was behind in the grocery store but the plot and meaning remain the same.
I may never have the courage to play this out, I have too many insecurities about the men that say they love me, but I can live it whenever I want even if it's only in my mind.
The mind is a wonder playground.
ReplyDeleteOne where you can go without fear and without boundaries.
One where you can play with whoever you want and they always play by your rules.
I like the playground