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Under the bare and swinging bulb.
She knew that I was upset ( Read more... ) -
Twenty times the moon has blackened...
... since you had last seen of me. Hello ( Read more... ) -
A tawdry sort of child's play.
Remember when you were a kid, and you looked up words like breast, penis, and buttocks in your parents' edition of Webster's Dictionary just for pre-pubescent kicks?
For some reason, this afternoon I've been throughly enjoying the illustrated images of various positions as detailed by Wikipedia. Shameless, pleasant fun. Yum! -
Stalked by a panther.
I met her over the weekend, when we were both attending the same ritual event. She was with her lover and 11-year old son, and had just come back from cottage country. Maybe that's why I thought she was interesting; no make-up, the aura of the raw earth about her. She reminded me a past lover at first, and it was while I was looking at her her ( Read more... ) -
For the record.
I have decided that I am mad for photographer Celesta Danger. -
The Waterfall: Her Half
In our exchange, this was the portion that Alanna, or TheGyrl4u, wrote back in July 1997. There's nothing more to this story, as she wanted me to send another reply, but if I ever did, I don't remember what it was. Upon re-reading this, I suppose this ending is a little anticlimactic, but I do enjoy the memory of having done this exchange with ( Read more... ) -
The Waterfall: My Half, pt. 2
Pulling her closer, his kisses became more intense. She started to gasp for breath as his mouth moved from hers to explore her cheeks, her jaw, and gradually down her neck. He brought a knee to the rock to steady himself.
( She knew, instinctively, that his cock was in her reach now. ) -
The Waterfall: My Half, pt. 1
In 1997, I was attending university and dealing with my first major breakup. Now, as I clean out things in my home after my latest major breakup, I find this.
It's a portion of an email exchange I was doing with a woman named Alanna, or Thegyrl4u as was her moniker, and someone I had never actually met. I can't remember how we connected... ( Read more... ) -
The empty bed.
The Tomboy will be in Nova Scotia for a few more days, and we've already talked about sharing some fun together when she gets back. She received the little vibrator that I mailed to her, and tells me that she's tragically only had one opportunity to enjoy it, but I smile in the knowledge that she's had some fun.
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Scribbled memories.
In the spirit of healing transformation, I've been completely redesigning my home, and I've started in the bedroom. I'm crushed to alter the sexual energy we shared in there, but this is a necessary step, and already the room feels healthier, lighter, and ready for more lovers.
( In the process, I found several old notes and a card, attesting to her pleasure. )
