I should be cock worship writing. I have 5 highlights from the last few sessions still to write up. I was getting lost in play, A couple of sessions ago, he took me into the woods on a night hike and had me hug a tree, he said, "Since you like to hug trees so much!" I knew that would be a fun session. I did not want to hold a memory to translate for others to read later, I instinctively wanted and needed to be fully present in my body to hold memory of sensations inside me. Yummy emotions attached to my body to recall later as life is becoming difficult and challenging for me, physically and mentally. One of those sessions is worthy of an entire chapter! It was after I was feeling close to ending our dynamic; so it felt like make up sex. He took pretty much everything we've done with new activities and gave it to me in one night, fucking hours of delicious play! He had me on a picnic table naked like a feast! Teased me with a few licks to my eager, wet, and hungry to be loved on pussy. But, most memorable was when I was on my knees below him lapping deliciously on his cock, while he was sitting on a park bench; he told me to reach up and put my arms around him. My body trembled while lifting my arms and placing them over his shoulders. I was in shock knowing what was about to take place and I wanted to preserve every sensation in my body. The feel of my arms around his upper body, moving over his shoulders, I was afraid even to hold too tightly to him to not get myself over excited and become attached to my excitement over what was transpiring; a hug. Me hugging him, my smile was never wider. I shook from electricity and felt so safe I didn't want it to end. He was even offering for me to straddle his lap and cock and I just wanted to continue with the hug. I've wanted for months to just hug him. I'm crying now because this meant a great deal to me. I don't know why he won't hug me. He can't cuddle his fucks? But we don't fuck either. I've been the past couple months trying to figure out what I am in this. My past relationships, I can see why I chose these men; these men that aren't emotionally available. I'm trying to slowly open myself up. I've been more so attaching myself to him and simultaneously addicted to this high he gives me. Using it to escape my current reality. But often I feel drained from oversharing. I have used this dynamic to practice using my voice, but I see he meets me, gives into me, I feel only when the threat of me leaving is real. In the woods play we had, it felt that way to me. Make up sex? Was he showing he appreciated me? He hugged me which is something I wanted for months. But did he hug me, no, I hugged him and he neither confirmed nor denied this 'hug' took place. Maybe I made this up? Along with a beautiful experience 'we' had when I believe he fell asleep in my mouth. A lot of that too. Questions go unanswered with him. I thought he's a man of few words, but I think he keeps his distance from me, certainly not accessible. I'm hurting and falling. I thought I could handle all of this. I did a lot. A good deal of growth. I saw my pussy again. And a man gave me some terrific orgasms. I wrote a lot, enough to make a book. Here we are, #71 was the last session and, well it was a good year so there's that. I think I've obliterated the bridge to him either his choice or I need to hide to heal my feminine self while my masculine steps in to help her. I've been attached to the high he gives me and me wanting to know who 'he' is. He mentioned to me something about "people that fuck for a long time become strangers". Well, we don't fuck. And 16 months later we're essentially still strangers. I've been hypersensitive, wanting to cling to my "high" to escape my reality and at the same time feeling fears I may not really ever get to know his 'day' side. I have some major shifts happening in my life. Divorce, fulfilling a dream of paramotor paragliding before I'm 50 and a health scare; I've been putting off an upper endoscopy. I have so many self doubts and my doubts have grown larger with a play person I have grown fond of while addicted to our play; I am flailing. Succumbing to fears. Not just voices in my head (male voices) restating doubts about flying capabilities, and now health fears. My GI doctor feels I may have a growth blocking lower portion of my esophagus, not just eosinophilic esophagitis. I haven't scheduled the appointment because I'm afraid what growth could mean, although the irony, throat issue (I won't say the worst) for a cum swallowing cock worshiper, doesn't escape my sick sense of humor. I have to laugh, I've been crying so much lately. I haven't shared with my family, brushed it off with my tribe and I certainly am surprised of all the things I openly share with my Dom, my cock worshipper recipient, I haven't shared that something could be wrong with my throat and that I am scared. Maybe, why I wanted to be more than his cum swallower, the cock box. Because I fear if something is serious then where does that leave me, him or us? I won't be needed or wanted if something is wrong, that's all I am to him. I have a lot of big fears on my plate right now. And have regressed to a severely wounded feminine energy. Drowning in what if's, in need of strength, a connection to draw from. I figured turning 50 would be a little scary, but I obviously fucking like to take everything to a whole 'nother level and make it extra. However, I have a little light of faith shining that, next month on the other side of all of this, I will look and see the path behind me. Makes me think of Frank Hubert's quote in the book Dune, "I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
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