"Insanity is doing the same things over and over again but expecting different results." - Albert Einstein (maybe)The above quote really smacked me on my stubborn bum. Many like to argue as to who really said it - doesn't matter to me. All that matters is I need to take it to heart.* So here I am staring at the sign,*"Women Only. Men not allowed beyond this point." *I need*to make some changes and this seems like a good place to start.I had always thought I needed a man in my life. There has been one after another in a long string of bad relationships. Finally, I realize the common denominator in the wreckage is*me. I need to learn how to be good by myself in order to be great for another. The Ladies' Pond in London is known for being a peaceful retreat for women - hidden from the peering eyes of men. Nature has always been a powerful healing force for me, so I seek its medicine now.**From the gate, there is a peaceful path covered by a canopy of trees, that leads to the pussies-only pond. There won't be a penis in sight. Just me embracing God's creations trying to find me again. People call this "wild swimming" - swimming among nature. No chlorine. No chemicals. No concrete. Just the weeping willows, buzzing dragonflies, swooping birds, and a secluded pond nestled in the English countryside.As I approach the pond, a sense of tranquility overtakes me. The calm water is encircled by trees, creating a secret hideaway. Sunbathers cover a grassy area, basking on their blankets. Many of the women are topless. Their melodic laughter and chatter fill the air. Everyone seems comfortable within their own skin here. Women of all shapes and sizes adorn the grasslands. The elegant scene before me resembles a serene watercolor painting.*I scour the grassland*for a somewhat private area. Spying one, I head that way, trying not to stare at the naked breasts around me. As I reach my destination, I spread my blanket
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Batıkent escort bayan her breasts? If I go too fast, I draw attention to the fact I am freaking out. If I take too long, I might be read as being sexually inappropriate. Again, what is the etiquette here?*I look at her face for any signs of direction as my hands rub the lotion around her breasts. She moans a very soft moan. What does that mean? And then there is the issue of her nipples.*Do I rub lotion on them? They are standing erect now since I rubbed her breasts. I decide to quickly rub a thumb over them, swiping lotion as I go. Her breast heave as I graze her taut nipples. Oh my. I have never experienced anything like this. I am feeling a little tingle below that I can't quite decipher.*Our day continues without further awkwardness. Actually, the conversation picks up and flows effortlessly the rest of the afternoon. I don't recall feeling this at ease with another person in a long time. I realize meaningful conversations were a necessary element missing from my other relationships.*~~~I continue to return to my sacred spot on the grasslands every day the next week, and Amber joins me each day. Her sweet personality draws me in and I find myself thinking about her at night, and looking forward to seeing her the next day. I have not really had female friends before. They were so catty in high school and even college, I chose male company instead. I find this grown woman to be different though. Amber is very expressive and easily shares her life experiences with me. I feel comfortable sharing my struggles with her. She listens, you know. Really listens. And I find this a very attractive trait.*Every day she asks me to apply her sunscreen. As the days pass, I find myself wanting to spend more time rubbing her breasts. Her subtle sounds urge me on. We often make eye contact as I rub her, and I see something there - a deeper connection. Is this just friendship or perhaps more? Do I dare test these waters? These feelings stirring inside me confuse me. When we talk, her hand will lightly caress my arm or my shoulder. Goosebumps surface each time her delicate fingers touch me. I am discovering new erogenous zones with her.*
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