The awful loneliness that only sex gone wrong can deliver. Oh boy, i remember that feeling.
Great piece. Red red red....lol.....omg....Look, at least she kept you occupied and fantasizing while you were in Paris. Some encounters just cannot be repeated. The sign was there during the first encounter perhaps. But we are blind when in heat.
This is an intriguing story of two people longing for each other from a distance and building all kinds of sexual fantasies and expectations around that longing that fail to bring any sense of satisfaction when the two meet up again.
No words of mine can do justice to how well Tommy tells this story, or to the truly perceptive insight he gives into how a wise person seeking "an authentic human connection" with another would handle this situation. An insight his male protagonist chooses to ignore - and, of course, everything goes disastrously wrong.
This is story-telling at its best, and I simply want to go back and read it all again.
First, 🙏 your beautiful brother. Life’s a blur but somewhere in there we stand a tribute to the immortal piece within us.
Second, Well, you had my attention when you admitted it might take the death of more siblings, but had me laughing into my fist (unfortunately as Peter Paul and Mary were singing a heartbreaking cover of Stewball)and apologizing to my husband for not giving more serious contemplation of human rights issues - when you used the descriptive “flying squirrel”..
i feel i was suffering a human rights injustice though another it was different kind of convention than Geneva that i needed to protect me. and yes. i’m a lifer BB wise. hi Patris
The awful loneliness that only sex gone wrong can deliver. Oh boy, i remember that feeling.
Great piece. Red red red....lol.....omg....Look, at least she kept you occupied and fantasizing while you were in Paris. Some encounters just cannot be repeated. The sign was there during the first encounter perhaps. But we are blind when in heat.
Blind when in heat. BWIH
“But I’m not a bad boy.” Who are you Kidding, Swerdlow????
Busted! Not even the French cigarettes could give me cover.
You have outdone yourself. A perfect blend of sadness, sex and humour!
Thank you
I don’t mean to make light Swerdy honey but I just read something that sent me on the floor rolling in laughter, you’re super funny Sir.
garcias Seňora
☘️ 💋 ☘️
I second Renee
This is an intriguing story of two people longing for each other from a distance and building all kinds of sexual fantasies and expectations around that longing that fail to bring any sense of satisfaction when the two meet up again.
No words of mine can do justice to how well Tommy tells this story, or to the truly perceptive insight he gives into how a wise person seeking "an authentic human connection" with another would handle this situation. An insight his male protagonist chooses to ignore - and, of course, everything goes disastrously wrong.
This is story-telling at its best, and I simply want to go back and read it all again.
Very interesting to say the least, as always.
First, 🙏 your beautiful brother. Life’s a blur but somewhere in there we stand a tribute to the immortal piece within us.
Second, Well, you had my attention when you admitted it might take the death of more siblings, but had me laughing into my fist (unfortunately as Peter Paul and Mary were singing a heartbreaking cover of Stewball)and apologizing to my husband for not giving more serious contemplation of human rights issues - when you used the descriptive “flying squirrel”..
continue to be a bad boy, please
i feel i was suffering a human rights injustice though another it was different kind of convention than Geneva that i needed to protect me. and yes. i’m a lifer BB wise. hi Patris
I’m out of control slobbering laughter dripping down my chin visualize this
Stop it you’re killing me don’t stop please.
“I don’t know ?” I’m through the roof man that’s the most hilarious I don’t know I think I ever heard…!?
A real bitch fuck, o my divine power!
Oh gaud more giggles