LuridStoryteller
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Thoughts? Yes, often - there were very long periods of time during my younger years in which my mother was the sole object of my desire, both sexual and romantic (like, I was fixated on the idea of us becoming a couple, and allowed myself to believe it could happen). This question, and some testimonials, remind me of a quite "cringe" memory of ruining two photographs of a first cousin while masturbating. The first was this candid sort of close-up in which her face filled most of the frame. Not exactly life-size, but good enough that, if I placed it on my pillow and positioned myself over it, I could create the illusion that I was having sex with her in missionary. I have no idea what came over me during one of these "stints", but I got carried away one time and kissed the photograph, and... well... There was residue - not only could I not cleanly remove it, but its form and shape was VERY OBVIOUSLY a pair of lips (this was back in the day when photos were developed, hard copy!). No way that was going back in the collection of photos retrieved from the chemist!
The second photo was another candid, taken the same night, in which she was sticking her tongue out at the camera. No prizes for guessing how I managed to soil that one!
The second photo was another candid, taken the same night, in which she was sticking her tongue out at the camera. No prizes for guessing how I managed to soil that one!