Living without passion

9:21 pm Sunday, 16^th June, 2013

It's so difficult at times to go on living without a certain degree of love and passion in ones life; the daily trials of a simple kiss on the lips and a simple hug, both without passion, tend to drive a person to wish that the touch of death would be more desirable.

My desire to be embraced in a truly loving hug while lip-locked in a passionate, tongue-entwined kiss has brought me to a point of longing and despair that I fear may reap more forboding thoughts, and a greater degree of depression than I have dealt with in the past.

Oh, how I long to feel strong hands about my shoulders, pulling me in close for a truly loving, satisfying hug. Desiring to feel my lips pressed firmly against those of the one who would love me openly and fully without reservation.

I live within the dreams of my life; seeing all the wonderful, joyous, sexy, loving, enticing moments and displays of affection I would project upon that one special person in my life, and I know that I would make them feel so very happy and fulfilled that they would never desire to be with anyone else.

As I wander about the world, I come across various photos and other images which drive me unto desires to be able to show that one special, mature loving human being just exactly what I will do for them, and how strongly it is within my nature to please.

Most people levy restrictions upon their love, and because of such, they're never truly satisfied with the lovemaking process.

All I have ever desired is sheer gentleness before anything else, because the gentleness leads to the vibrant passion that I would soon be enveloped in with that one special person.

They would not have to ask me to satisfy them in any particular way, because I would already be planning to do so for the satisfaction of both of us.

I find myself wishing I had a penis in my hand right now, loving it the only way a girl can; knowing what it will lead to after awhile, because I need for these things so very much....

Comments

nikkibe019

3:41 pm Friday, 21^st June, 2013

Thank you for your warm comment, Stephanie! It helps to hear from those I touch with my writing, and you've touched me with your comment.

beardedlady1

11:45 am Saturday, 22^nd June, 2013

My dear Nikkibelle,

I've felt exactly what you express so eloquently, for years and years, but through a website I met someone who seemed very much on my wavelength. We corresponded for some months but circumstances were difficult for us both, particularly for me, so regretfully we stopped, as it seemed hopeless. Six months ago things changed for me and the possibility of meeting my T-girl pen-friend became a reality again, although only an occasional one, so I nervously contacted her ... and to my delight she was as understanding as she had been throughout our electronic relationship. Well, ten days ago we were finally able to meet, for an hour and a half, at her place and honestly, the whole wait had been worth it. She was just as lovely in person as she had seemed, and passionate with it. Being held and kissed by her was so wonderfully affirming as well as erotically thrilling and although it may be many months before we are able to meet up again, I'm fully happy. Those words sound unbelievable even to me, but they're true. My craving for love is gone, as I know I have it. My self-acceptance is complete - partly because my sweet Helen was so obviously excited by me and partly because she shares my love of cross-dressing and being a fem, lesbian tranny-girl, but also because she's clearly sane and sensible. I felt I had to tell you this little story just to help you through your difficult time. Take very good care of yourself.

xxxx

Julie

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