Pen Pals

It was late and I was alone, hot and horny.  A warm bath and a glass of wine did not help.  Then, my phone beeped.  It was my “pen-friend” from overseas.  I had never seen her – only exchanged photo’s and e-mail.  I knew she liked women, but I have been shy and nervous about same-sex relationships – something I’ve never tried before.  Turned out, she was feeling the same way as I was. Our  conversation started innocently. She asked, “What are you doing?”  “Oh, just laying in bed..” I said.  “What are you wearing?” she asked in a slightly husky voice.  I hesitated and then said, “just a pair of silk boy shorts.”  I heard her quick intake of breath and was secretly pleased.  I knew she was picturing me in her mind.  Her next question took me by surprise.  “Describe your body to me…” she said. 

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A Private Moment

In this private moment, I permitted myself the privilege of enjoying myself, the self that was distinct in the mind of the person who consciously appreciated themselves apart from the assessment of others. In this moment of spiritual appreciation, with the sweetest aromas filling my senses, the snow fell silently outside my window. I felt the warmth of the water cascading over my body; I relished the act of squeezing the plastic tube of my Chopard shower gel in my hands, its orange transparency gracefully rising in my opened palm. I rubbed my hands together feeling its slippery lather lubricate my hands. I start lathering my arms, my shoulders, my neck. I could smell its enticing aroma filling up the steamed bathroom. I began smiling at an idea.  Continue reading A Private Moment