Tag Archives: sexual frustration
OmU
I love sitting in a darkened cinema, just as the lights have dimmed and a hush falls over the audience. That sense of anticipation clings to every rustle of popcorn and suppressed cough. Everyone watches the silvery grey rectangle flicker … Continue reading
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Looking, but no touching
Pavlov and his dogs might a have a thing or two to say about this. Moriarty and I have a creative project we are working on together over the coming months. Without going into too much detail, it involves him … Continue reading
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Nocturnal pursuits
The last 48 hours have been all enveloping, consuming, exhausting and a delightfully titillating time. It feels like one long night, the sort that wraps you in its seductive darkness and spins you round and round until you feel dizzy … Continue reading
No reprieve
Sunday night. And no reprieve from this bubbling undercurrent of sexual desire that has been threatening to pull me under since “Running high“. I’ve tried reading erotica, writing erotica, looking at sensual paintings, running, masturbating (many, many times). Nothing works. … Continue reading
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Running high
That is, my frustration levels are running high. My thoughts have been plagued by memories of the nights spent with the economist, the (now) pipe dreams about Moriarty and an evening spent at a lecture with a number of men … Continue reading
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