Divergence
Alone on my deck, surrounded by the quiet goings-on of my neighborhood, I revel in the erotic perceptions of sensory contrapositions. The sun massages its heat into my skin while… Read more »
Tag: Masturbation
I have occasionally been known to take a suggestion.
I am enamored with my ties. They just speak to… Possibility. . Don’t you think?
Reluctance
I am both too hot and too cold, restless, agitated, exhausted. I stare at the ceiling and try to track my thoughts, aligning them one by one against the sliver… Read more »
Good Boy
The pressure of my bladder – full, but not uncomfortable – nudges me toward consciousness. Keeping my eyes closed against the morning, I slowly untwist my body beneath the tangled sheets… Read more »