It’s Saturday morning and I’m feeling the strain of yet another six day stint. I’m hoping my body doesn’t miss a hurdle before the finishing line. Thankfully there is just one more week of this rollercoaster ride before term begins, and as always music, sex and wonderful friends have seen me through the worst. I don’t often talk about sex on here which is surprising considering the energy I expend on procuring it, but just this once perhaps. Last night one of my regular liaisons ‘C’ let me down for the second time in a row and another arranged for tonight 'D' followed suit this morning. Although I’ve learnt the hard way that you can count on nothing until the underwear is on the floor, I’m still rattled by men with the backbone of a Cadbury Flake. To me it really is very straightforward. You agree to meet, you arrange a time and then you arrive as arranged. So tonight in desperation I am forced to throw out some lines and see what I can snare. Random can sometimes work out very well and perhaps a sex blog is in order J

Some may be appalled at my lustful nature but I was born a horn dog and can no more stop myself than a hen can stop laying eggs. My appetite for all good things is healthy and whilst there’s lead in my pencil I’m open for business. Sex is also the only thing that’s free (for the moment) and I’m a fan of all you can eat establishments J Bessie Smith says it all really...

Oh, his jelly roll is so nice and hot

Never fails to touch the spot
I can't do without my kitchen man
His frankfurters are oh so sweet
How I like his sausage meat
I can't do without my kitchen man

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSOYDm8ftIY

One of the wonders of living and breathing is the random nature of things and how you can be constantly surprised. Frankly it makes life worth living. Give me a wave form over a flat line any day. Tonight I did get my jelly roll and we feasted well as ‘B’ happened to be on his way back from Eastbourne and stopped by. As we have met many times the pieces fit well and the chemistry is blended like Malt. Now I’m here again with another glass of wine satiated and satisfied on a base level at least. But then the text arrived from ‘M’ as it periodically does despite any real contact for more than 7 years. We met at the Brighton Pride of 2005 and for the following three weekends we blazed in a joyful bubble of sex, spooning and laughter. An intoxicating enigma proving two things, that opposites do attract and it is possible to like an Oasis fan. I fell in love with ’M’ but nothing came of it back then and like a sparkler the brightness soon ebbed to a dull glow.

Are you out tonight?

No, you?
No
Do you live near the centre of Brighton?
About 6 miles, why?
Just wondered; further out than your old flat?
A little
I loved that flat
Me too, but the new place is much better
I loved the view from your flat
I do miss it sometimes
I really liked it, I could have lived there
Well you could have
YeahL
Such is life
Let’s move back
But you're ‘married’
At the moment
I see
I’m moving to Brighton
Are you? There’s a place here for you anytime
Thanks J
You know that. You’re special
J
Let’s get married
OK
When?
You tell me
Will you marry me?
Yes
Let’s marry in winter, somewhere hot
Thailand?
Nice
December?
January
OK
J
If only it were true
Could be one day
Do you mean that?
Yes
I wish; I really do
X
Are you drunk? Will you remember this in the morning?
I haven’t had a drink tonight. Have you?
Yes. Wish you were here. Sexy lovely funny horny man
You are
Thank you
Maybe it will happen...

This is for ‘M’

Maybe I just want to fly
I want to live I don't want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just don't believe
Maybe you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_2mWhfOhGU

Until the next time...