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				<title>Holly posted a new activity comment</title>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 04:06:07 +0000</pubDate>

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					<span>Gentleman, your expressions are quite familiar as I read them. Feel free to message me if you’d like as I believe we might have much to chat about.</span>
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				<a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/members/classicgentleman/">ClassicGentleman</a> posted an update in the group <a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/groups/your-fantasies/">Your Fantasies</a> Good evening. I would like to introduce myself as at this point I am unsure of what other to do. I am in the midst of middle-age and have a very satisfying life in many regards. After years of hard work and meager earnings, I have been blessed to have had success and a blossoming of my career that has allowed me the beginnings of actually “having a life”. Family life is good, though quite busy. I am married to the most wonderful of women. She is all the things that I might want if I had made a list: beautiful, intelligent, humorous (truly), organized, active and a wonderful mother. Our life together seems to be lacking nothing. From the outside. Things have transpired. Work. Kids. Stress. I haven’t been myself. She suggested that I read some posts here for inspiration so here I am. I am already intrigued.			]]></content:encoded>
				
				
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				<title>Holly posted a new activity comment</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 28 Oct 2024 11:42:01 +0000</pubDate>

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					<span>Hello and welcome. Truly! Please tell us if you have had any chance to do some reading here and what your impressions may be? There are many titillating stories. Any catch your eye or interest? </span>
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				<a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/members/classicgentleman/">ClassicGentleman</a> posted an update in the group <a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/groups/your-fantasies/">Your Fantasies</a> Good evening. I would like to introduce myself as at this point I am unsure of what other to do. I am in the midst of middle-age and have a very satisfying life in many regards. After years of hard work and meager earnings, I have been blessed to have had success and a blossoming of my career that has allowed me the beginnings of actually “having a life”. Family life is good, though quite busy. I am married to the most wonderful of women. She is all the things that I might want if I had made a list: beautiful, intelligent, humorous (truly), organized, active and a wonderful mother. Our life together seems to be lacking nothing. From the outside. Things have transpired. Work. Kids. Stress. I haven’t been myself. She suggested that I read some posts here for inspiration so here I am. I am already intrigued.			]]></content:encoded>
				
				
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				<title>Holly posted a new activity comment</title>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2022 16:43:03 +0000</pubDate>

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					<span>I’m so ready Mallory. I belive that i’ve driven myself a but crazy.<br />
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				<a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/members/holly/">Holly</a> posted an update in the group <a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/groups/your-fantasies/">Your Fantasies</a> My wrist buzzes. Without cognitive thought, I push the button. Return to sleep. My wrist buzzes again. And with this begins the dance of the beginning of a new week. I stumble down to the kitchen to start the coffee that I will need if I am to have any hope. As I am engaged in my robotic morning motions my mind wanders. These shorts. Larger than my size with fabric that is as thin as I can find. They’re so ugly. Why do I wear these? Oh, yeah. They’re as close as I have found to feeling naked as I sleep. Oh those days of only wearing clothes when necessary when I’m in the mood to not wear clothes. Another night passed. Another weekend. Feeling less than attractive. Feeling unfulfilled. Living a life in my brain that once was my reality. My robotic movements take me through the packing of a lunch, getting everyone headed for the door. Once finally alone, I undress. Standing in the anteroom of my bathroom and look in the mirrors surrounding me. Still existing in my brain. Thoughts heading down well-worn paths. Plenty would look at this hidden view with longing and hunger. Would want to consume me. I remember that nervous feeling of the increase in my breath, nervous but excited shiver of my body. Feeling so sexy and empowered as being the object of lust and the pathway for another’s attainment of their desire. To serve and surprise. To go further than they expected or hoped. To do things others might not. To be a lingering thought in their mind.

Alas, I shuffle to the mirror to begin the process of transforming to a mundane corporate professional. My thoughts acknowledging that the only thing longing for me this morning is the computer with it’s never-ending e-mails and video conferences. My desired service to fix the problems of others. The relief I provide that of resolving problems.			]]></content:encoded>
				
				
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				<title>Holly posted a new activity comment</title>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2022 22:34:46 +0000</pubDate>

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					<span>What an amazing reset that might be. The liberation of being somewhere else where one might explore and rediscover. I would be so very intrigued with this at present.</span>
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				<a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/members/holly/">Holly</a> posted an update in the group <a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/groups/your-fantasies/">Your Fantasies</a> My wrist buzzes. Without cognitive thought, I push the button. Return to sleep. My wrist buzzes again. And with this begins the dance of the beginning of a new week. I stumble down to the kitchen to start the coffee that I will need if I am to have any hope. As I am engaged in my robotic morning motions my mind wanders. These shorts. Larger than my size with fabric that is as thin as I can find. They’re so ugly. Why do I wear these? Oh, yeah. They’re as close as I have found to feeling naked as I sleep. Oh those days of only wearing clothes when necessary when I’m in the mood to not wear clothes. Another night passed. Another weekend. Feeling less than attractive. Feeling unfulfilled. Living a life in my brain that once was my reality. My robotic movements take me through the packing of a lunch, getting everyone headed for the door. Once finally alone, I undress. Standing in the anteroom of my bathroom and look in the mirrors surrounding me. Still existing in my brain. Thoughts heading down well-worn paths. Plenty would look at this hidden view with longing and hunger. Would want to consume me. I remember that nervous feeling of the increase in my breath, nervous but excited shiver of my body. Feeling so sexy and empowered as being the object of lust and the pathway for another’s attainment of their desire. To serve and surprise. To go further than they expected or hoped. To do things others might not. To be a lingering thought in their mind.

Alas, I shuffle to the mirror to begin the process of transforming to a mundane corporate professional. My thoughts acknowledging that the only thing longing for me this morning is the computer with it’s never-ending e-mails and video conferences. My desired service to fix the problems of others. The relief I provide that of resolving problems.			]]></content:encoded>
				
				
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				<title>Holly posted a new activity comment</title>
				<link>http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/22991/#acomment-22992</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2022 14:51:20 +0000</pubDate>

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				<a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/members/holly/">Holly</a> posted an update in the group <a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/groups/your-fantasies/">Your Fantasies</a> My wrist buzzes. Without cognitive thought, I push the button. Return to sleep. My wrist buzzes again. And with this begins the dance of the beginning of a new week. I stumble down to the kitchen to start the coffee that I will need if I am to have any hope. As I am engaged in my robotic morning motions my mind wanders. These shorts. Larger than my size with fabric that is as thin as I can find. They’re so ugly. Why do I wear these? Oh, yeah. They’re as close as I have found to feeling naked as I sleep. Oh those days of only wearing clothes when necessary when I’m in the mood to not wear clothes. Another night passed. Another weekend. Feeling less than attractive. Feeling unfulfilled. Living a life in my brain that once was my reality. My robotic movements take me through the packing of a lunch, getting everyone headed for the door. Once finally alone, I undress. Standing in the anteroom of my bathroom and look in the mirrors surrounding me. Still existing in my brain. Thoughts heading down well-worn paths. Plenty would look at this hidden view with longing and hunger. Would want to consume me. I remember that nervous feeling of the increase in my breath, nervous but excited shiver of my body. Feeling so sexy and empowered as being the object of lust and the pathway for another’s attainment of their desire. To serve and surprise. To go further than they expected or hoped. To do things others might not. To be a lingering thought in their mind.

Alas, I shuffle to the mirror to begin the process of transforming to a mundane corporate professional. My thoughts acknowledging that the only thing longing for me this morning is the computer with it’s never-ending e-mails and video conferences. My desired service to fix the problems of others. The relief I provide that of resolving problems.			]]></content:encoded>
				
				
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				<pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2022 13:29:31 +0000</pubDate>

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				<title>Holly and Mallory are now friends</title>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2022 01:24:32 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Holly posted a new activity comment</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2022 22:50:59 +0000</pubDate>

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					<span>The clouds are beginning to break a bit as I touch myself, thinking of you and pondering how to recapture what once was. How to tell you the things that I desire so deeply that scare me.</span>
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				<a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/members/holly/">Holly</a> posted an update in the group <a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/groups/your-fantasies/">Your Fantasies</a> As the rain falls, I recline in deep thoughts regarding the time at which we will be in another country. When the breeze will play over our bodies from the balcony with the waves gentle ebb and flow upon the sand below. Can we rediscover what we once enjoyed? Before careers took over. And parenting? And Covid? Can we enjoy each other? In a warm embrace? Can I taste you again? Can I long for you again? Can I lose my breath with you again? Despite all the bruises we have had? I love you and miss that stranger that is erotic. That swept our bodies, but more importantly our minds.			]]></content:encoded>
				
				
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				<title>Holly posted a new activity comment</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2022 22:18:01 +0000</pubDate>

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					<span>I mourn the loss of the us that was. I treasure every sweet and loving moment that we share. Daily. I miss the naked, desperate, hungry, longing moments that we used to share. I’m both horny and hopeful. Thankful and terribly sad. </span>
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				<a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/members/holly/">Holly</a> posted an update in the group <a href="http://www.thesexexperiment.com/groups/your-fantasies/">Your Fantasies</a> As the rain falls, I recline in deep thoughts regarding the time at which we will be in another country. When the breeze will play over our bodies from the balcony with the waves gentle ebb and flow upon the sand below. Can we rediscover what we once enjoyed? Before careers took over. And parenting? And Covid? Can we enjoy each other? In a warm embrace? Can I taste you again? Can I long for you again? Can I lose my breath with you again? Despite all the bruises we have had? I love you and miss that stranger that is erotic. That swept our bodies, but more importantly our minds.			]]></content:encoded>
				
				
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				<pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2022 19:26:25 +0000</pubDate>

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				<title>Holly joined the group Your Fantasies</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2022 19:19:14 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Holly&#039;s profile was updated</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2022 19:18:36 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Holly and Sophie are now friends</title>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2018 21:47:55 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Holly joined the group Erotic Photos</title>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2018 20:45:55 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Holly joined the group Your Experiments</title>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2018 19:59:30 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Holly became a registered member</title>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2018 19:57:34 +0000</pubDate>

				
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