There is such small measure between being free from lust, even immune to it, and being consumed by erotic cravings. Triggers, stimuli, variables--I could catalog each and every element and still not be any closer to understanding my own desires. Ultimately, these things are ephemeral, and outside the realm of my comprehension ( Read more... )

      Marriage is love.

Well, keyboard seems responsive as ever. Maybe that glass of water just helped clean out the circuits.

Paint splatters are sexy. . . like an extension of an artist's erogenous zones. Splashes of color on the walls, the floor, the sink. Each is like a calling card, each holding the promise of eroticism. Brush flirting.

A question for those readers who are bisexual:

Do you find that you are more often attracted to members of the opposite sex who are also bisexual, as opposed to heterosexual?

I was given a gift of specialty chocolate truffles today, by a lovely woman who knows that I worship at the shrine of Cacao. In the box was a card from Vosges, the company that makes the confections, entitled "How To Eat A Truffle. . .." It reads ( Read more... )

One knows one is sick when even the thought of sex seems too exhausting to pursue.

At zondar37m's request:


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There is no more thrilling and excruciating circumstance than sitting next to the object of your desire for hours, and knowing you need to resist all temptations. It is a golden apple, well within reach.

Sometimes pleasure and pain need no whip.

Hmm. . . don't know if I trust all of this.

( Colors )