I was SO randy in bed before sleep yesterday, what was the trigger? Oh yes Natasa Malbasa & Astrid, then retro boobs, Cassandra & others. But I was thinking I am so hungry for Brussels now, I will —- that little slim Emily or the black bob beauty. All of them. I want all of them. Haha we will see how reluctant I once more become once I get there.
Repressed and randy back in London, I dream of —— black bob in 5th Avenue and Inna and Mariana.
My first beer of the “evening shift” completed. 9pm. When on holiday I want to be randy, and f–k like a rabbit; but it hasn’t happened this time. Rarely does. I have to see someone quite special before I feel like that. Like my first sight of Lucy in Fifth Avenue last year; first sight of Adelina in Manhattan in Vienna last year. In fact, this year I have not had any moments like that. Just take my time tonight. Walk down to the Justice Palace and Rue de Livourne as slowly as I like; and as slowly as I like coming back. There is no hurry.
Well a totally disturbed sleep today, waking constantly, checking time to see it still early. A sexy dream about office to everyone’s steamy lubricious rising priapic shock determinedly turning towards Brexit, and it felt an Italianate Brexit. Woke with erection, feeling so steamy lubricious. Is this the start of the countdown to my Brussels holiday? So randy now.
I am so randy and sex obsessed now, like I haven’t been since perhaps back in Egon Schiele Night days. 1997. Maybe only now I can really start to enjoy sex and enjoy that mature sensual decadence, that new golden age of erotic freedom.