Here I am half-naked (actually fully naked, but I cut that part out), in a motel in Oregon. My partner at the time took this picture. I should talk to her about becoming a suicidegirl. She might be down for it.
In that motel in some small highway town off interstate 5 in Oregon, I had some of the best sex I've ever had (which is saying something, considering the many times I've had incredible sex with this wonderful person).
I turned on the shower as hot as I could and closed the door, turning the small motel bathroom into a sauna. We started playfully undressing each other, kissing and laughing all the way. She took out her camera and started taking some photos, and this is one that resulted. We opened the door, now both completely naked, and started having wonderful, aggressive sex. Aggressive, not for lack of emotion, but for the overflow of it. Our bodies stuck together from the mist and our sweat. She leaned up against the door, and I took her from behind as we occasionally glanced to watched ourselves in the mirror...
I still get a little weak-in-the-knees when I think about that motel in Oregon...
And... Now that I have your attention...
(*circuit climbs up on his soapbox*)
The International Monetary Fund and the World Bank are two of the most destructive neo-liberal organizations on the planet. According to the UN, the IMF/WB are responsible for the deaths of 6 million children in Asia, Africa, and Latin America every year.
In late September, in Washington DC, the largest mass direct action in decades will be against these institutions. Go to www.abolishthebank.org or www.globalizethis.org for more info.
Okay, back to talking about sex and stuff. I really miss this girl. She wasn't perfect (and neither am I), but we just fit so well together. The sex was incredible, although she was a bit of a nympho, and wore me out more often than I wore her out. Our catholic upbringings had opposite effects on each other. I'm a bit of a prude (although I've gotten better), and she can't wear a pleated skirt without exploding from sexual frustration.
She's coming back from the Middle East in September, so I'm guaranteed some wonderful, wonderful marathon sex and some amazing conversations, at least for a little bit before she decides to leave the Chicago area again.
*Sigh*.
Circuit
In that motel in some small highway town off interstate 5 in Oregon, I had some of the best sex I've ever had (which is saying something, considering the many times I've had incredible sex with this wonderful person).
I turned on the shower as hot as I could and closed the door, turning the small motel bathroom into a sauna. We started playfully undressing each other, kissing and laughing all the way. She took out her camera and started taking some photos, and this is one that resulted. We opened the door, now both completely naked, and started having wonderful, aggressive sex. Aggressive, not for lack of emotion, but for the overflow of it. Our bodies stuck together from the mist and our sweat. She leaned up against the door, and I took her from behind as we occasionally glanced to watched ourselves in the mirror...
I still get a little weak-in-the-knees when I think about that motel in Oregon...
And... Now that I have your attention...
(*circuit climbs up on his soapbox*)
The International Monetary Fund and the World Bank are two of the most destructive neo-liberal organizations on the planet. According to the UN, the IMF/WB are responsible for the deaths of 6 million children in Asia, Africa, and Latin America every year.
In late September, in Washington DC, the largest mass direct action in decades will be against these institutions. Go to www.abolishthebank.org or www.globalizethis.org for more info.
Okay, back to talking about sex and stuff. I really miss this girl. She wasn't perfect (and neither am I), but we just fit so well together. The sex was incredible, although she was a bit of a nympho, and wore me out more often than I wore her out. Our catholic upbringings had opposite effects on each other. I'm a bit of a prude (although I've gotten better), and she can't wear a pleated skirt without exploding from sexual frustration.
She's coming back from the Middle East in September, so I'm guaranteed some wonderful, wonderful marathon sex and some amazing conversations, at least for a little bit before she decides to leave the Chicago area again.
*Sigh*.
Circuit
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