This is a new version of a photo taken last year and posted simultaneously on #ArtTwist and #SinfulSunday (you can see the 2018 version ‘Absorbed in Pleasure’ here). I was inspired to revisit this […]
I’m she probably would have been shocked at my collection of sex toys….
J-r was always more alternative and edgier than I. But I respected his determination, his ethos, and his creativity, even though I often disagreed with his Taurean, older brother attitude. He paved the way for my freedoms both as a teenager and now as an older woman.
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.
Historical notes for Hair Trigger (2). A rant.
His hair was very long, curving to his waist in a thick dark sheet, heavy and aromatic. He invited me to touch, explaining that he’d washed it that morning.
As he jerked them down below my knees the pungency of my arousal spilled into the cabin. Now his fingers sought, then found wetness within the damp thicket of my pubic hair.
I ‘came of age’ in the ’70’s (yes, I had to work out the decade) as a married woman; my 21st birthday was marked by dinner at a posh restaurant with my first husband. He (very sensibly) had celebrated his 21st birthday prior to our marriage, marking the occasion with a party, a cake and a “pash” with my cousin, an action that should have warned me about his tendency to stray.
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.
…some things endure in our erotic imagination.