As some of you are aware, since I returned from overseas I’ve begun to work with CM to put together a joint exhibition of his photos and my drawings. It will take a while and […]
The waitress smiled in return and disappeared into the dark interior of the cafe, leaving me to unpack my book and settle in the chair, savoring the delicious just-fucked sensation that accompanied my subtle squirming. Opening my book, I smiled at the memory of my lunch time adventure, wondering as I did so, how my companion would fare with his evening rendezvous.
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 …
In my hotel room in Sydney about seven weeks ago, while preparing to meet the male escort I’d hired for the afternoon. At the time I needed to document the sense of fluidity and possibility I was experiencing.