Anticipation

I often prefer to be comfortable. On a bed, in a nice room. Tonight, I want something a little more… urgent.

I’ve been waiting. For a long time. (Im)patiently. I’m done waiting. I hope that leads to good things. But in any event, I am not waiting any longer.

Sometimes I manage to convince myself I’m being rejected, even when I’m getting what I want.

Between longing and fear lies… hotness.

That really is all.

The perils of scheduling posts.

My mind mystifies me. On the one hand, I crave certainty. On the other, I crave risk.

It can be challenging – and rewarding – to have a date subject to strict, pre-established limitations. Fuck, it can be hot just to negotiate them.

I will travel for you. You will give me precisely what I ask. We both will be enormously pleased.

You can’t always get what you want.