On A Richness Of Life
We are all, each day, surrounded by perfectly normal seeming people. Normal, sometimes even boring people. We look upon them and see only the face they present to us, see only the normalcy that they permit us to see.
We would find them much less 'normal,' much more interesting if we were permitted to see into the dark recesses of their imaginations, if we were allowed a glimpse of the fantasies they hide and keep only to themselves.
We can be certain that every person we meet is at their core a deeply sexual person, someone with a rich and exciting collection of erotic fantasies. The coldest, most conservative, and straight-laced, old matron in the office might lie awake at night dreaming of being thrown against a wall. Her skirt ripped roughly over her hips, her panty roughly pushed aside so that her brutish dream-lover can force himself into her ass.
The shyest, sweetest young woman at our morning coffee stand, the one who can't even bring herself to meet our eyes might pleasure herself in the shower while dreaming about possessing another woman, a sexual captive who is made to spend her evenings using her tongue and lips to bring our heroine the sexual satisfaction she demands.
No matter what notions we may get about the people we meet each day, it is incorrect for us to assume that they are not sexual beings. People, who might live out their wildest desires from time to time, or would do so given enough courage and the right partner.
Life, and the people who surround us are immeasurably richer, immeasurably more erotic than we can ever imagine. Sometimes, when we are without an erotic partner, we might forget that fundamental fact. We might tend towards despairing of ever finding a good sexual match.
Despair is wrongheaded. Our match is out there, likely much closer than we even think. The tricks are finding him or her, and when the door is opened to us in having the courage to allow our secret desires to be glimpsed.