To The Man
Last night I couldn't sleep, and as all insomniacs do, my mind began to wonder. I felt good-- none of the usual anxiety was there. The calm was restful and I enjoyed it. I began to think about you, and how nice and kind and sweet you've been lately, even though I'm not spoon feeding you erotica. A strange thing happened. The more I thought about your kindness, the warmer I felt, until the warmth began to turn to arousal -- an unusual cycle for me -- you, kindness, warmth, arousal. You, kindness,... Sign in to see full entry.