Despite my haste, I surreptitiously checked out the other shoppers, looking to make eye contact, exchange a smile or a few friendly words. But everyone else seemed to be caught in the frenzy of shopping for the evening meal, just as I was.
What I saw both excited and appalled me. I thought that I’d long ago come to terms with my weight, my scars and even my aging but what I was now confronted with was the raw conjunction of those factors and my sexuality…
First it was a declaration of my interest in Shunga – which translates to “Spring Pictures”; then there was my review – Tiptoe Through the Tulips (which was, by the way my first any constructive […]
Original erotic poetry Since I’ve enjoyed reading poems written by fellow bloggers on Sinful Sunday I decided to have another look at some that I wrote quite a long time ago but never published. These […]