The man, his music, the dope and the panel van became familiar territory in the succeeding months we spent in each others company. We made no pretence of love, but our non-monogamous relationship was, in the first instance, an anodyne to my sadness and eroded confidence.
As always we talked about anything and everything. This has been standard for some time now. There is little I hold back from him, and much I attempt to challenge him on. I make no secret of my attraction and he tells me things about his wild past that make me squirm – often but not always with frustration. I cannot tell if we are engaging in extended foreplay or exquisite denial (or both).
His t-shirt was a virulent shade of green and I was trying to decipher what the yellow logo was when he noticed me watching. Our eyes locked then he pointedly licked his lips.
If I was able to get together with any of my exes it would of course be Ryan – although since he was the one who left that is extremely unlikely, and we’d probably have little in common nowadays. The ex I am most likely get back together with is Paolo – we still have a soft spot for each other – or more accurately for our memories of each other.
The sounds of The Dead Kennedy’s song “Too Drunk To Fuck” pounded through the doors and I laughed awkwardly. I hoped that song wasn’t prophetic. #wickedwednesday #kinkoftheweek
I swear he had a radar which told him when Ryan and I were about to get down and dirty. But to be fair we were horny most of the time so it was probably just co-incidence. #WickedWednesday
I first watched this movie in the mid-1980’s during my four+- year relationship with ‘Ryan’ a young man 12 years younger than I was…
It had been quite a few years since I’d last had a sexual encounter and in that time my clock had ticked over from late 50’s to 60 something. I qualified now for a “Seniors Card”, with a range of accompanying benefits. However none of the benefits included the entitlement (or the opportunity) to let my sexual appetite roam freely out of the cage it had been in …
#smutober – recipe
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…