Why are you back here?

EvaLane

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Year after year, time after time, I come crawling back to this place. Jekyll and Hyde, but it’s just me with my eyes cast low and my hand between my thighs and my phone in the other again, because maybe this time is the time I’ll find someone who can hold a mirror up in a position I can actually see myself in.

Because that’s really it, isn’t it? We want to be seen, heard, known, understood. Dissected and analyzed and broken down and figured out. We want to know why we are the way we are and why we don’t want to change. Why does it make me feel this way?

The definition of insanity is… blah blah blah.

That’s why I’m back. Why are you back?
 
Well.. during a down period I left.. had been here nearly 20 years. Perhaps thought I was getting too old for this. Then a few weeks ago I said “fuck it” and started anew.

So far it has been very pleasant, some nice chats and a new found special friend.
 
I started years ago needing a place to find out more about myself. Over the years I have had the pleasure to chat with people, share and reflect on my life experiences and learn about others. And still I am lonely, horny, and just looking to fill a part of me that remains empty. I hope you find what you are looking for.
 
Year after year, time after time, I come crawling back to this place. Jekyll and Hyde, but it’s just me with my eyes cast low and my hand between my thighs and my phone in the other again, because maybe this time is the time I’ll find someone who can hold a mirror up in a position I can actually see myself in.

Because that’s really it, isn’t it? We want to be seen, heard, known, understood. Dissected and analyzed and broken down and figured out. We want to know why we are the way we are and why we don’t want to change. Why does it make me feel this way?

The definition of insanity is… blah blah blah.

That’s why I’m back. Why are you back?
We all have questions, questions needing answers. We want someone to show us what we can't see in ourselves. It takes a special connection to allow someone to see us how we really are, to be vulnerable, maybe even submissive and still appreciate, even adore us.
If only there were someone willing to try to see us that way.
 
I'm refocusing my social engagement online in communities I want to be a part of, basically. I'm much more likely to find friends and lovers on Literotica or Fetlife (to name another site) than I am on any social media platform because the community is already here. I know I won't be judged here and I'll have positive interactions with people.
 
We all have questions, questions needing answers. We want someone to show us what we can't see in ourselves. It takes a special connection to allow someone to see us how we really are, to be vulnerable, maybe even submissive and still appreciate, even adore us.
If only there were someone willing to try to see us that way.
Very well said Sir
 
I was here for a long time as a lurker. First, trapped in a sexless and very unhappy marriage.

Now in a very good marriage. But I like exploring my sexuality and sexual desires and fantasies. And hearing about other’s sexuality, desires and fantasies.

(For the most part) it’s a great community where we can stay anonymous and share our most intimate thoughts (and sometimes pics) with like minded people.

I am a bit infatuated with sex. It’s a huge part of who I am and what I need.

And I’ve found some nice communities on here too. BDSM, my over 50s crew, my music challenge compatriots, other veterans, sex freaks, oddballs, misfits, weirdos and other eccentrics.🤪😜
 
Year after year, time after time, I come crawling back to this place. Jekyll and Hyde, but it’s just me with my eyes cast low and my hand between my thighs and my phone in the other again, because maybe this time is the time I’ll find someone who can hold a mirror up in a position I can actually see myself in.

Because that’s really it, isn’t it? We want to be seen, heard, known, understood. Dissected and analyzed and broken down and figured out. We want to know why we are the way we are and why we don’t want to change. Why does it make me feel this way?

The definition of insanity is… blah blah blah.

That’s why I’m back. Why are you back?
Other chat buddies come then go, new conversations are wonderful
 
Been coming and writing here for 25 years under a few different names. Back then, I had some online friends to share all the things you'd expect to be able to share with people who visit an erotic stories site. Things that I might not want to share with the real life folks in life.

Would share all sorts of things which led lovely conversation and new story ideas.

Also have a million other interests to share, and would love to find that kind of connection again
 
Thank you everyone for sharing with me and each other ❤️

The balance is so tricky to maintain here, the give and take. Give too much and you risk burnout, give too little and you’ve squandered something that could have been… well, something more.

I’m wishing and hoping that we’re all here having a lovely evening (or morning or afternoon, whenever you are) ☺️
 
Year after year, time after time, I come crawling back to this place. Jekyll and Hyde, but it’s just me with my eyes cast low and my hand between my thighs and my phone in the other again, because maybe this time is the time I’ll find someone who can hold a mirror up in a position I can actually see myself in.

Because that’s really it, isn’t it? We want to be seen, heard, known, understood. Dissected and analyzed and broken down and figured out. We want to know why we are the way we are and why we don’t want to change. Why does it make me feel this way?

The definition of insanity is… blah blah blah.

That’s why I’m back. Why are you back?
Sometimes I'm just a horny fucker. Sometimes more than other times.
 
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