Lust versus horniness

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Two events.

First:

We went country western dancing and we took a lesson. The instructor made us change partners every 5 minutes.

"None of these ladies are hard on the eyes," he said. "So look them in the eye or at least on their chin or forehead."

So I introduced myself to her. To Claris, to Jasmine, to Michelle, and so forth. And looked each one in her eyes.

I think in the porn days I would have felt kind of weird, a bit ashamed, embarrassed.

How sweet this was. They were each shy and sweet and wonderful. It was just a few minutes with each one, and I savored it.

I felt my gaze was clean and pure. I don't feel any sense of shame or sexual desire. I did feel that many of them were attractive. And I savored each one. And I felt a great sense of personal power and goodness with each one.

It was amazing and I highly recommend you pursue dancing.

Second event. My wonderful partner, my wife, was outside and she came in dressed in these remarkable board shorts and bikini top.

I thought, what a hot woman. I felt lust for her, not horny lust, just a good nice form of want.

I told her so and patted her butt. She is so wonderful and I am so lucky lucky lucky. She looks fantastic in a bikini top and board shorts and I feel constantly a bit of lust for her.

But it isn't sexually horny, it is more "I'm ready and I want you". It isn't uncomfortable. It's nice. I don't have a sense of neediness or "I'm not getting enough" like I used to.

This Karezza is wonderful stuff. Just for the record, no porn, no masturbation, no orgasm for about seven months on my part.
 

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Isn't it amazing

how all contact with the opposite sex can be so admiring and yet wholesome? Our ancestors probably experienced this a lot.

I think back to my relatives, bosses and professors and most of the energy was this kind of clear boundary, no wierdness energy. Someone might genuinely admire me when I looked pretty, but there was nothing creepy about it.

I don't remember getting flustered by construction workers' whistles either. It was all a fun game. Flirting can have the same kind of wholesomeness.

Guess it really does come down to inner balance and clear perception.

Glad your goddess is gorgeous. Man in love