Checking in...
Much has changed in three years, gentle readers. I've seen and done many things I would reverse time to have not seen and done.
One of those things happened this evening. I was talking with two friends, both men of thick, dark hair, fair skin, and wicked senses of humor. One was a lover long ago, and one I wish would agree to become a lover. As I spoke with each of them, my body awoke to them. I could neither touch or be touched due to the circumstances of the moment. How I ached for it, and ache still.
He whom I would have chanced to ask me a question that might have signaled a change in our relationship. I dutifully answered him, and he enjoyed it, perhaps a bit too much. I think I may have frightened him back behind his friend-zone shield. My fault for not calling a halt to the conversation before it reached that point.
Now, dear reader, I sit alone. The manual orgasm was delightful, the heartache intense. Let's not do it again sometime, shall we?
One of those things happened this evening. I was talking with two friends, both men of thick, dark hair, fair skin, and wicked senses of humor. One was a lover long ago, and one I wish would agree to become a lover. As I spoke with each of them, my body awoke to them. I could neither touch or be touched due to the circumstances of the moment. How I ached for it, and ache still.
He whom I would have chanced to ask me a question that might have signaled a change in our relationship. I dutifully answered him, and he enjoyed it, perhaps a bit too much. I think I may have frightened him back behind his friend-zone shield. My fault for not calling a halt to the conversation before it reached that point.
Now, dear reader, I sit alone. The manual orgasm was delightful, the heartache intense. Let's not do it again sometime, shall we?