I survive my droughts by traveling into other worlds of lust,
desire and vivid imagination.
Housewives, amateurs and even men with second lives carry me through
lonely nights and a cold bed. Whose
adventure, real or contrived, will make me shudder this morning before I am off
into the doldrums of life? Whose hand
will be running soft against my skin or dipping inside of me as I peak? Each day I waste searching for “him” I am
sated by my constant electric escape. I
find lovers, man or woman, which are willing to ravish me with their words.
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