What's up beautiful people of @weekendexperiences, Happy Saturday to all of you and I hope you are having a great weekend.
I woke up this morning very active doing some Yoga positions and wanting to show you my participation to this week's contest #167 by answering 2 of the topics I like the most, as I usually do.
Do I prefer to seduce or be seduced?
I have a suspicion that some people will opt for both, as we usually like to feel in control of the reins ourselves during a flirtation or seduction with someone else and we are equally attracted to not knowing what is going to happen or what is going to be thought by giving the power to the other person.
I personally lean towards the second option, to feel that I am being (in an intriguing and passionate way) controlled, that my desires come to the surface to meet that person and connect energies even if he is not around.
Yes, being dominant is sexy but it is not as sexy to me as imagining feeling his right hand on my hip as he presses it against his body and lets me know that at that very moment I am his physically and spiritually.
I like the idea of flirting mainly with naive looks that hide an unbridled passion and at the same time so sweet and soft that makes you want to stay there forever.
I have "fallen in love" on a few occasions and thought I felt a real connection but to be honest I have only connected this way once and it was with my current partner because one day we were chatting in the bedroom and suddenly we ended up lying down in the famous "spooning" position, without having had sex or having intentions, just lying down. I managed to feel how an aura ran across my back to become a kind of shield that covered us both and the crazy thing is not that, but we both kept silent and then he spoke to me asking me if I had felt it, I thought for a moment that he was referring to a "Chinazo" or as we colloquially know the mocking attitude of a word possibly misunderstood, but no, he was talking about that connection.
My worst lie?
Uff, I just opened again the trunk of unwanted memories and I felt again the same terrible guilt of that day as if it was happening now.
I have lied many times to people I shouldn't have but I will tell you an anecdote that I will always carry in my mind:
Many years ago my mother and I went to visit a city where we used to live, Anaco, there lived a friend of my mother's that I now call Wendy because I don't really remember her name and she lived with her 6 month old daughter.
Once at Wendy's house my mother decided to invite Wendy to do a little shopping at a nearby supermarket and they thought it would be a good idea (which was not a good idea) to leave the baby under my responsibility.
I was still a child, I was 8 years old and the only thing I could think of was to play with the baby and her toys.
A few minutes passed and a purple toy that was on a combing machine in front of the bed caught my attention, (there was a space of half a meter from furniture to furniture) I went to take it and when I turned my back to the bed to appreciate the toy I felt how the baby fell behind my feet hitting her head against the floor.
My reaction was none other than to pick her up scared and calm her desperate crying that filled me with terrible anguish; I lulled her for a few minutes and I felt her little head gently collapse on my shoulder as if she was tired from crying so much. I thought it might have been a fainting spell because she had really fallen asleep, but it was no longer the time to think things over because I heard my mother's and Wendy's voices approaching, so I ran to the bed, lay down with her next to me and pretended to be asleep.
Both women came in and were amazed that we were asleep, so I pretended to "wake up overwhelmed" to convince them that everything was real.
That same day my mother and I went back to our hometown and I didn't tell her about my bad act until a week later when I got up the courage.
I never heard from my mother's friend or the baby again and didn't want to ask.
Many years later that memory comes to my mind as that prank where because of me a baby of only 6 months old was hurt, it is not something that keeps me awake at this point but if I had the opportunity to apologize I would do it without a doubt.
I hope you liked my participation and thank you very much for taking the time to read it. I wish you a happy Saturday and see you next time, bye, bye.
