Thought I might have walked past a guy getting a blowjob in the bushes on my way to work this morning. He coughed as I walked by, I wouldn’t have seen him otherwise. He may have been having a quick slash I suppose. Maybe I should ask him, he’s sat opposite me on the train.
I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.
Cooking in the kitchen with wobbly legs & trying to talk to my flatmate whilst in post ‘me time’ come down.
Q:You are very sexy ... Will you be posting more self-pics? :)
Oh thank you Anon! Maybe. I haven’t taken any for a while though.