It’s Your Soap, and Your Dick, you can…….
May 21st, 2008****WARNING****Long rambling thoughts to come, turn back now!
Kind of a silly expression, yet one I was reminded of in another thread I "was" about to post in yet decided to do so here (don’t like posting in old brought back threads by folks catching up)…..The point of that thread "Discreet Shipping". The point of my inspiration the embarrassment many here feel over first off having to buy one of these products, yet most of all the thought of anyone else knowing.
As part of my own "de-programming" if you will, my husband offered up a dream he had when relatively young, no doubt when just beginning to develop sexually, yet more so into an individual as we all hopefully do, finally beginning to question and even challenge the world around us for right or wrong as we sort out who we are as individuals.
In his dream, he had desperately fallen in love with this woman many years beyond his age, yet it was truly a romantic love, not one so innocent yet still from afar. Now this woman in his dream was a free spirit in all regards no doubt a tremendous part of the attraction for him…..Yet throughout this dream there was also a second very dominant theme. That being…….He had this tremendous urge, a fixation even, with quite simply wanting to see what it felt like to stick his dick in the mud quite literally.
Naturally however being he was afraid others would judge him, yet more so this woman he had fixated on, his entire life in this dream he had never even come close to trying it simply having to make due with the feeling of mud squishing up through his toes. (another aspect of the dream I just remembered is that much of the world was covered in chest deep water….That important, as no one could see really below the surface so you essentially could do anything below and no one would know….Yet the fear they "might" figure it out preventing him from trying it).
To cut to the chase, in time he and this woman formed a platonic relationship, their hops and fears shared, desires and fantasies, him even sharing his nagging desire to stick his dick in the mud, this woman so perfect she encouraging him to do what he wanted, yet his fears of judgement stopping him still.
Finally the day came this gals began to sail off…My husband chasing after her wading in the water, heart breaking and her calling back "As there are things I want to do, time for you to stick your dick in the mud"……..He was crushed, losing the thing that meant most to him in this world having that feeling of nothing matters now, and yet nothing he could do about it as she sailed away his wants not to cancel her own. So with nothing else in his mind left to lose, feeling a bit self destructive, fuck the world, I’m hurt and don’t care…..He yanked down his shorts under the water, bellied out and stuck his dick in the mud.
Now it was not how you imagine…..He said in the dream, he felt the pebbles in it, felt the grit, it was cold, and quite frankly unpleasent if not just simply boring.
The point being however, all the aspect with the woman simply to inspire that moment yet showing him adult ? things to replace his childish desires…Was that he had fixated, desired, dreamed and wanted of sticking his dick in the mud it dominating his life. A life spent "fearing" others would think bad of him, and costing him his own happiness……….In the end however, it was no big deal, was nothing, and the dream and desire that had dominated his thoughts so long was gone, yet would of been years before if he’d just had the courage and done it allowing him to move on.
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So what’s the point of all that, more so, soap and your dick…..
In our youth we think freely without constraint. Though our desires very possibly foolish, they never the less are very important to us. However society as it should to help prepare you for a long life among others sets up morallity and rules that often force us to comply for fear of the many imagined ramifications that could come……A big part of that, is our own sexuallity. We quickly learn to hide it, stifle it, never act on it yet we never quite shed ourselves of it till we know….and to know we must act upon it.
There comes a point in our lives where we must take the step to an adult ?. This happens actually many times, in many ways, and on many issues, yet the taking of that step is NOT conforming to the rest of adult ? society, it is choosing for yourself based upon yourself the rest of the world be damned. Now that actually sounds childish, the truth however it is not. As we all must in our own ways form ourselves as adults choosing to either set down childish things, or deciding this is who we are and will be as an adult ? as well.
It has often made my brow furrow hear reading of the very reasonable fears many have that it will be discovered they masterbate, more so buy a FL, or shove something up their rumps, whatever……Fact of the matter is, any man or woman that takes issue with you living your life in a way that harms no others in this regard, should at that point be more then willing to drop to their knees and blow you to achieve your goal if they have issue with you masterbating…….Now you know how that works out, they’d refuse, yet still insist you comply with their moral standards (standards I might add they don’t abide by).
It is at that point you must decide to take the step….To boldly casting all fears of scorn aside tell them it’s your life, they have no right to judge, and in fact, you’re doing no wrong doing right as it is right for you. It is at that point, you have just taken another step towards your adult ? self.
For me, taking even really the first adult ? step, doing things that are who I am, took me till about 32 years old to even begin…..Now that’s 32 years really wasted, scourging myself, fearing and ashamed, yet in the end my choices affecting no one but me. I may have done these very same things, yet I did not do them freely, confidently and fully always fearing……….and until I took those steps, I could never, ever move on and advance my life yet most of all myself.
Time for some of you to stick your dick in the mud……It’s your dick, it’s your soap, you can wash it for as long and as fast as you want.
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