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.