In novice segmented fantasizing... her inner Being suddenly feels it as if he prefers another female that she can't see, nor feel, nor smell, and has never met... but knows she's there...
Her uninformed first impression on it, is along the lines that he is probably screwing her at the office, or somewhere... maybe in his car... maybe in her bed when she's not here, and believes he prefers the stranger to her... and sniffs at her pillow in search of the other woman's scent...
Fear is the mind killer... and she has thus fallen off her pedestal, headfirst onto the rocks...
For her, it has becomes a sudden horrid nauseating blast of emotional pain... She turns-off in a flash... He turns-off because he loves her, feels her pain, and doesn't wish to force pain on the one he loves... And the process of making love seems somewhat like the empty aftermath of a nasty domestic battle, in combination with the inner sense of a bout of stomach-flu and the nasty squirts... Then all you got left, is to work feverish to just get your rocks off, and go to sleep, to forget about all your pain... And making love turns into a painful habit... And a relationship begins to crumble and die...
I recall a strange spider-witch lady in Vancouver, who would fantasize she was a male blowing me, given that she had a lot of gay male friends, and identified with them to a great degree... Her favorite sport being watching them play with each other...
I couldn't figure what was turning me off with her, so hard and fast, till I confronted her about my impressions on it... She confirmed it, we put a stop to it, and all was well...
Me thinks, that the fantasizing totally takes the reigns of the moment...
But if you are so into what you are doing that you don't have any space to fantasize, that's when you've really only just started making love... It will make you feel like you don't know what you are, where you are, even what planet you are on...
Any less is just playing at it, as in pretending to make love... You'll get the same physical results, but your spirit and soul sleeps through it all... thus leaving your ego and soul angry at you for not including all of you in on the excitements... and after it all, you'll notice you have an indescribable unfulfilled empty sense that just won't go away... sometimes for days... like an internal civil war... very similar to the feelings you get from a tetanus shot...
So it's not just to fantasize, and only do just enough to make it feel like there is motion, and maybe something happening... It is to do it properly and focused... incorporating a powerful "love the one you're with", base beat bouquet... and maintaining it like an orchestra, and maybe even evolving it, with enough mental momentum to even surprise its creator(s), as the fantasy seems to have grown a mind and life of its own...
I can make them appear as all sense illusion mindforms, in the room... and the scene becomes a threesome... but usually freaks out the average lover, so I am forced to keep that one in the closet... till a one day I meet a real Warrior Woman, who can handle a bit more honest reality, without peaking, freaking, and running for cover like a frightened little puppy...
It all gets real complicated from here... too complicated to put in words...
We don't even have those words yet... is why I'm slowly writing this dictionary for this encyclopedia... Attempting to word it would be like trying to shave a strip off flowing passion, with a mystical magical scorcerer's sword... then rolling it up to save for another day...
What if you both were involved in creating and evolving the very same evolving fantasy... in the same dream...?
I see less resistive current in that approach... and more explosive passion be permitted to grow, flow, and flower... and who knows, maybe it be enough to get you both to purpleplanet...
Define to create "purpleplanet" action, and you've seized a solid grasp on your whole Being's sexuality... incorporating the whole and complete body, mind, spirit, and soul combo... "PurplePlanet" is Soul to Soul loving... "Soul Mate" loving... Essentially creating the proverbial soul mate scenario from scratch...
Ironic that the proverbial "soulmate" issue and scenario is exclusively verb, not noun... yet perceived as ceiling restrictive noun cloud, by those who force themselves to boycott key verb action, thus passion... unaware that the cause of their loss is just all in the head... for having embraced fantasy killing conditioning's... within a subversive synthetic reality concoction ceiling, as owned and driven by the great money archetype of parasitic barter, for parasitic barter...
Thus love is become this parasitic culture's meal... and there's no escape... and no life permitted..
With improper use of fantasy, Love gets turned into sh*t, when unrefined fantasy is exploited by the novice, in unmatched fragments of the equation, where patch fillers can not be applied to any success... sort of like digging a shovel into the garden, and that's supper...
The problem is in people trying to employ a powerful mental tool they haven't got a clue about... All they know, is that it sounded good on teevee...
It's like the grizzlybear that thought its tail was there just for digging for grubs in rotted logs, and for fighting other grizzlies... just the opposite of passion... No one wants slivers in their ass...
Who out there in delicious people world has experienced "purpleplanet" passion...? and knows a bit of what I'm talking about...?
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