My Tktoker before Tktok [fake story]

[EmranBoo]

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Ladies and Gents and everyone else, I had intentions to share some personal life, experiences, and engage in some serious conversations, discussions, dialogues with fellow likeminded adult males, about the things which we all care about, but our life has become such that we never ever get a chance to stop and think, or evaluate things in our lives, as if we are actually turning into zombie robots, living with pre-defined paths for us, and feeling loss of control, like our life is the plane, we are the pilot, but the autopilot will not shut off... and we are unsure whether we will land safely, or crash, and if the crash will lead to instant disappearance, or a painful existence for a length of time. I will try to not use words such as 3conmy, w4rs, s3curity..

Anyway, sharing personal life and replying with focus time has become an issue, with busy life, and married life on top of that. So I am just going to share a fictional story instead. I saw other users posted nice works of art, I can't do that quality but I will try to not be too boring. And the cultural barriers might make it even harder to enjoy but give it a try maybe for a few episodes?

I use one app which I have made sure to hide from my wife, even though we share and openly access each other's devices, phones, laptops, tablets, which is like a timebomb for me because there are things which will lead to an earthquake at home, atleast for now the home foundation is not strong enough to expose it to such level of forces, which the foundation cannot handle. I am working on exposing my wife to things slowly, with hope to reach a point where I can be fully myself with her, without her being shocked, or disappointed, that is if she can flex until such levels, but not instantly but in small, tiny stages of myself opening to her... and opening her to me. She is not an angel or robot either, so I have known her deeper and deeper desires in few years, not in days or months. That too with living together, which is a long long time to work on opening to each other. Especially, she too is a normal woman, with jealousy, and culture, and personal prejudices about things... but I find that she is quite a lot flexible if she is given good explanation and working on the opening to each other 'fully' project. I would say we maybe on stage 1 out of 1000 stages, and I am not hoping to reach more than few stages, I am not naive or foolish to think it can reach all stages or even a half of total stages.. she is another person afterall, and we all know how much of ourselves we shared, all of you if you don't agree, I do not believe you, and I will say you are liar or delusional, no other way. ..

So anyway yea, that app is Tktok. If my phone screentime history was accurate, it would show that app as highest used app. I know a bunch of you may like it too, and some of you will be rolling eyes and passing judgement, alright that too is fine. For sake of sanity please remember it is a legal, mainstream app (lol).. and the music and artists featured are really our generation, no matter which gen you belong.. so yeah you will find your artist or tracks from your time as well... now who is shaking their butts to those tracks is another matter, if you are my age those maybe your daughters' and sons' aged or neices' and nephews' aged, and for the other some of you those will be your moms' or dads' aged, or uncles' or aunts' aged persons, in all kinds of outfits, or all kinds of makeups, portraying all kinds of art and a lot of them being excellent at it, aside from the non-art side which everyone focuses upon... that too is a huge part of its success.

Anyway, I am an avid user of the successful app. And I know my wife, it will not be a good reaction from her, but someday I think she will be using it with me, that is the plan but how many years later, or ever, nobody knows.


My Tktoker before Tktok
[fake story begins]

So, before tktok years, decades before tktok I had to be abroad for several years and once upon a time I was online-dating this supposed-to-be-serious relationship, because she was my marriage potential, while I was having other relationships and just working hard, and living/fun hard where I lived abroad, and it was not secret from her and she would get notification when there was a date or relationship going on, but always publicly only one at a time. And she was not told that she was a serious potential, while she was interested and wanted to be mine, for whatever reasons, it is just normal people, normal education, normal middleclass folk with no special status or achievements except achieving in professional corporate slaves etc like everyone or most of the white collar and business owner folks here.

She was a bit strict about culture, and did not date anyone (based on her as source of this info, which is not reliable source). Remained a V to be V until her wedding (not a condition I imposed, but her voluntary choice at that time, did it change? if she did, then with me or with someone living near her? find out if you stick around), for which I have no objection or comment and I was okay and she was fine that I am not a V, for which I was open from the start.

That relationship years ago, required a lot of time spent on facetime and video calls for hours. And if you have discipline, you can juggle everything, just have to cut out the non-priority, and thus I could not write my real conversations I intended here because I have to give time to all this in the public relationship, and the relationships which are not public. A lot of facetime, and a lot, so eventually it had to become intimate. Not a one time thing, but a daily or multiple daily calls for months, and months, year, and more... these were my best times on the phone in those younger years of my youth... she did not end up being my wife, but I seriously wanted her to be. And she opened up like a flower opens slowly, if we count seconds as months while the petals open up and the fragrance erupts. A girl who underwent a cultural shift, of which I was a witness and familiar with most of those transitions and seeing them happen.

No she was not a kid, gosh, she was legal age and I am older obviously. Tktok has legal age artists folks! And a lot more, I know I know.

It started as personal messages, and advanced with filters, and themes, and trends which remained private messages, for my eyes as a relationship tribute I guess and voluntary initiated, with no publicly posted content or public knowledge.. yes there was cyber too lol but this story is focused on the apps and private messages works of art, but it may mix with those moments of mutual satisfaction from across oceans (she never? did not publicly post profile ever? until now? read and stick around to find out).

[EmranBoo]

We both we normal people, and horny and told each other openly, after a period of initial contact at the start, likeminded in this matter. And eventually even consumed adult videos together during the calls... err from normal ytube level, slowly until p0rn, but mostly softcore, and did it mutually, like sharing a cooking video, or a cat or dog video or film , show, or movie recommendation.

They were few things we mutually liked and watched together: mostly romantic movie scenes, started with purely kisses and hugging scenes and slowly evolved to everything but over months and year plus... other fav genres in dirty content were real couples/real amateurs either leaked or selfposted, and also voyeurs of couples who are kinky in public/outdoor/voyeur genre.. for some reason it were her choices, which I too liked, well what would I not like, no matter which she picked! I like everything and she only knew a part of me not everything, as we discussed above, how nobody knows everything about anybody, and apparently about themselves in these times, and a bunch of you will say the same, I mean males.

Females, you are a different story, and a bunch of you still do not want to accept that we are not the same, different but equal, don't forget the half of it I beg you. Yes you will judge me, so be it. I am not claiming moral superiority or asking other men to follow.

So here it is, this is the fictional story which is easier to write, since I may not have time to engage conversations with the community with personal stuff and real life experiences and stuff.

Thanks for showing interest, if we need episode 2.
[end of episode 1]

[romanx24]

Originally Posted by EmranBoo

We both we normal people, and horny and told each other openly, after a period of initial contact at the start, likeminded in this matter. And eventually even consumed adult videos together during the calls... err from normal ytube level, slowly until p0rn, but mostly softcore, and did it mutually, like sharing a cooking video, or a cat or dog video or film , show, or movie recommendation.

They were few things we mutually liked and watched together: mostly romantic movie scenes, started with purely kisses and hugging scenes and slowly evolved to everything but over months and year plus... other fav genres in dirty content were real couples/real amateurs either leaked or selfposted, and also voyeurs of couples who are kinky in public/outdoor/voyeur genre.. for some reason it were her choices, which I too liked, well what would I not like, no matter which she picked! I like everything and she only knew a part of me not everything, as we discussed above, how nobody knows everything about anybody, and apparently about themselves in these times, and a bunch of you will say the same, I mean males.

Females, you are a different story, and a bunch of you still do not want to accept that we are not the same, different but equal, don't forget the half of it I beg you. Yes you will judge me, so be it. I am not claiming moral superiority or asking other men to follow.

So here it is, this is the fictional story which is easier to write, since I may not have time to engage conversations with the community with personal stuff and real life experiences and stuff.

Thanks for showing interest, if we need episode 2.
[end of episode 1]

so did you fck her or just some webcam story?