VidClip above is Christian Meyer on the perfect ORICA GreenEdge Brew
By Dave Fellows
A sustained period of self imposed celibacy wasn’t wasted this morning despite a moment of weakness when I finally, some would say predictably, succumbed, seduced by the tantalizing allure of the flesh.
I knew I was entering the danger zone from the moment I allowed my gaze to linger
I knew I was tiptoeing a fine line as I failed to censor my imagination. As I lightly ran my fingers over the firm flesh beneath its form hugging wrap, I was well aware of where this was leading, yet as if drawn by a magnetic compulsion I didn’t resist. I swallowed as my heart rate elevated at the very thought of peeling back the ever so thin final barrier; my senses my very being ignited as, seemly without conscious effort all was laid bare before me. I swallowed again, a little harder this time, a guilty glance over my shoulder before throwing myself wholly into the moment.
Later a little dreamy as I relaxed, the taste of passion lingering on my lips, I felt guilt but no shame, satisfaction without remorse, along with a surprising but not entirely unwelcome desire to periodically revisit the relationship should circumstances permit.
Perhaps it is possible to maintain ones discipline in the face of temptation if one allows themselves to indulge occasionally provided there is no pre-manipulation of circumstances and then only when it feels perfect.
Our guilty pleasures are of course a matter for ourselves, indulging occasionally may not be such a bad thing if it serves to remind us of who we are and how hard we have to work to be who we want to be. We must maintain discipline and keep things in balance.