Story about Old Masturbating Grandfather (OMG)

Where does confidentiality end and history begin? I think it’s somewhere here. Because there won’t be any names or information. Just one story.

I think I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – there’s nothing more interesting than immersing myself in someone else’s world. Knowing my world, I’m always curious about what laws other people’s world is based on. The one we don’t know. What remains to ourselves. Usually it’s called personal space, but for me it’s just a person’s inner world.

I probably won’t lie if I say that I’m interested in the dark sides of a person. Things that she will never tell anyone about, because that’s what she keeps to herself. And you can see this in what she carries – her laptop.

Am I interested in this grandfather at all? No. Not from any side. In general, then, as well as what concerns his personal life. But I still looked into the browser history and saw a list of categories like “Japanese mothers and son have sex” or “son and stepmother, just don’t cum in me because I’m a stepmother.” It’s scary to quote such things, because then our blog will not have quite the right traffic, haha.

I am normal about any sexual passions, if they do not harm someone. Because everyone has the right to get pleasure in the form that they like. I myself watch something new every time so as not to repeat myself. Moreover, the list of my categories is much wider, so I am unlikely to be surprised by such search queries from some grandfather.

When I find something like this, I do not pursue any goals. Although once in my life I came across the correspondence of a girl who was “playing” with a rich man. I tried to tell him that she was fooling him, but, as it turned out later, there are people who simply like this “game”. To be led by the nose.

Although, internally, the idea of learning about one person’s passions and how they would react, knowing about my cross-dressing creativity, plays into my mind. But this, again, is just an internal interest without any attempt to somehow transfer it into reality. Because most of the things I fantasize about would scare me in reality.

I think that if we met a person in reality who likes the same fetishes as us – we would be scared of such a person. Because behind our desires there is always something darker. Something that only you know. And it’s scary. You know your darker side and automatically think that the person has something like that. Is it all strange… or interesting? I don’t know.