| Wednesday, November 23, 2005, 9:02:37 AM |
Lately it can happen that I think of Phillip and I am suddenly so horny that I desperately need some release. Is this love? Like when I was at a local spa the other day: I was lying in the warm water letting my thoughts wander, when I got so excited that I just needed it. I swam over to one of the underwater jets, positioned myself in a way that the stream was directed between my legs and leaned over the edge of the pool. Then there was all feeling - the slow buld-up, the sudden climax, the gradual calm. All the time I just tried to look as relaxed and neutral as possible, so that over the water surface nobody would notice anything of my hidden bliss. And I would have had a wonderfully private public orgasm if there had not been a woman of about my age who was smiling at me when I turned and wanted to swim, and said: "Sometimes we just need this, don't we, or we think we die." And she lightly, reassuringly, touched my arm. |
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