My space was natural and bright. Wooded and green. About a hundred meters from the backdoor a river roared as it went on its way.
Category: True Life
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An Ode to HitchHiking
I have already added the hitchhiking memoir to Wicked Wednesday before, so thought I’d write a short poem about the experience for this week’s prompt.
Multiple Wet Dreams – Sex while you sleep
Looking back on the above occasion, I think I was so fired up having been with this really gorgeous lad that one climax was not enough…
The Problems with Giving a Speech
I’ve had a chequered history regarding “giving a speech” for various reasons and have concluded that being able to speak in public confidently, is tied up with how well you understand the subject-matter.
The one where I hitched a ride or two
Somewhere on our homeward journey we slept the night in a German underpass. Remember we had rucksacks with us with sleeping bags.
Thoughts of 2021 and 2022
I may share more of my Medium work on here. Some is dark erotica / transgressive, but I will make sure content warnings are in place…
