Sunday, January 29, 2006


My god, how refreshing: a man who actually knows what he's doing.

I feel like I've been starving and now a buffet's on offer. Like I've been served a T-bone steak after a year's worth of hamburger.

He is tall, lean and fair: a polar opposite, and I like it that way. His skin is like velvet, a counterpoint to the fire of his tongue on my clit and the searing, liberating pain of his teeth on my ear. He leaves me drained, and tingling, and high; there are marks on my thighs where he bit me.

I watched him in the mirror, thrilling at the sight of his body: so classically beautiful. My heart gave a quiet leap of joy and my body was no longer my own.

Friday, January 20, 2006

On the move

I'm starting to feel restless again.

Actually, I've been restless for a long time. I guess I'm always restless. I'm never happy where I am, I'm always on the move, always looking for the next best thing. Never really finding it.

I've met someone new. Seems like I'm always doing that, too. I love those initial stages, hesitation, uncertainty and that thrilling foray into foreign territory. It's exhausting, too, though.

I wonder if I'll know when to stop.