Forbidden things

Why are forbidden things the most sensually attractive to you?

Why do we find it exciting to do things we know we shouldn’t do?

Why is it that I want someone I can’t have but it turns you on knowing that I can’t have him or her?

These forbidden things are so hard to deal with…all this while I listen to Chris Isaak – Wicked Game.
Life is a wicked chance. If only I felt I was stong enough to deal with this in a rational manner.

< sigh >

For once I wish I could be the wicked woman and seduce him, be a seductress and go for it regardless of his marital status…I wanna be the other woman but can’t allow him or me to be that.

Any other woman felt this way and had a good experience from this? Believe me when I say I have this experience with my parents so it’s not a shocking thing.

Chris Isaak? More wooden than Gore. Perhaps you’d like me, too, but I don’t get out much.

Personally, I’m attracted to the words:* Why are forbidden things the most sensually attractive to you? *

Please mop my brow now.

TechChick, you’d hate me.

The first quarter century of my life was filled with what a lot of people call ‘adventures’. I enjoyed them, as best I could (which wasn’t always very well), but only because I didn’t have much choice. Who was it that said “An adventure is just someone far away having a very tough go of it”?

Adventure is a source of great pride and wonderful tales, best enjoyed when it’s long over, and your safely warm among your friends at home

What does this have to do with ‘the forbidden’? Well, it’s always been my explanation for not having an attraction for the forbidden.

To me, the most delightful woman, friend, or place is the one that welcomes you, the one that is permitted, the one that doesn’t carry the price of eleutheria. We have enough prices to pay already, for the choices forced on us by our ideals or raw necessity

Yes, I’ve wanted things - and people - I couldn’t have. In my case, they are usually those I’ve had to give up, even if they were, miracle of miracles, offered to me again.

So I ask, because I’m genuinely curious. Is the forbidden truly more tempting? Or merely more painful because we know that we can cross that border but don’t want to?

I hope you’ll discuss your experience more. I’m intrigued. perhaps I can see a new perspective. That doesn’t happen much anymore.