tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253388002011-04-27T01:48:02.129-07:00One who is somewhat conflicted and lost looking for comments and help.Picmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15099544085660268738noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25338800.post-1144717224232050032006-04-10T17:55:00.000-07:002006-04-10T18:00:24.240-07:00Well it is my first day on a trip. Today I am in Atlantic City. I enjoyed the day. I walked around the casino and watched the people gambling. I find it incredibly booring. However, the people here who are doing it, 100's of them have a look of desparation. They obviously feel that they simply must win. Yet everything here is designed for them to loose. Yet still they come. How sad and weird is that. Yet I know more than one person who will tell you very quickly how much they enjoy gambling. I am so happy that I do not. Being a dominant is enough to bare. The needs that flow within me are difficult sometimes. Needing to see red marks on a womans bottom in order to be able to orgasm while I am inside of her. Wanting to hear her call me Master and ask for more. Why do I need this. I am sad at having had it for over 2 years and now it is almost certainly gone forever. (sigh)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25338800-114471722423205003?l=picman-selfthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Picmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15099544085660268738noreply@blogger.com2