I Miss The Kisses; I Miss The Bites

I have been standing and staring out to sea with little thought of where I go from here.

I crave a simple life. Twice in recent weeks I have intended to write the phrase "simple life" but have actually written "single life". This is not the case so the slip isn't Freudian, simply an error.

My life is anything but simple at the moment and the various demands on me eat away at my calm. My libido is strong and, in my uncaressed state, my concentration suffers until I lose myself in fantasies of giving restraint, delivering sensations of varying degrees of comfort/discomfort and closely observing the reactions to my efforts.

Then glorious release.

The Sounds Of The Sea

I love the sounds of the sea. Gentle waves hold me in soft sonic arms and rock me to sleep. But today I want to shut the world out and I sit cocooned by the sounds from my ipod.

Shared music is a comfort on a day like this; a suggested song or gifted tune is like a squeeze of the arm as I listen to the sounds and smile.