It's late.
Radio here quietly next to me. Some company.
Checked mail.
Professional Cheshire guy politely urgent. Away on business this week. (Just heard and felt this all before).
White Van Man, no message today: he's been out shagging no doubt, in his van!
Manc Man...this is the one who deciphered the most...he's suggesting some erotic role play. It's nudged my consciousness a little. He is certainly the most interesting and engaging.
He knows my profile has been deleted so he's using the right site thank goodness.
Marital sex this morning...all of three minutes and barely managed to open my eyes; I had been sound asleep...fell asleep afterwards with no pounding heartbeat, with no sticky sweat...just marital coldness seeping down the inside of my thigh as I turned and slept again afterwards...foetal position and deep slumber, my mind wrapped inside the articulate loving and talk and physicality of Floyd Fan. Darcy ebbing away in the sexy distance.
No yearning this morning; just waiting.
