July 2010
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sunshine
i’m stuck between the funck(fun+fuck) we had last night and the daytime reality of nothing actually being there with him. in the meantime i am daydreaming of a beach holiday in september. i dream of swimming and dancing to hot disco minimal. i dream of orgasms and love. i dream of being hurt.
it’s strange how the high of good sex can bring you down with depressing mixed feelings...
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saturday night fever
there’s the bed. a pillow and 2 books. reena spaulings and my erotica universalis book, full of erotic-pornographic images in art over centuries. i wonder if he can be so sublte as to realise i have masturbated in the bed here, and you can see my movement on the way the bed sheet is all crampled up, as if it had recorded my orgasmic spasm, moving my hips upwards, and clenching my toes with...