Even better, the words you use make me feel sane. sometimes i take a step back from what i’m doing and think, well, it seems natural, but i know that many people’s faces would screw up in disgust. i don’t think it’s the sex that’s disgusting, the screwed up faces are more a sign of their owners’ rancid brains. but sometimes i start to doubt, it’s good to have someone on my side, R, your words give me peace.
I was in a shop the other day, some man made a lewd comment and i was surprised to discover how affronted i was. so there’s me the unshockable sex-party escort, and it’s the same me who usually chooses clothes that deter, who mostly keeps men at bay, and who finds lewd comments objectionable.
Same with you R, i bet all your clients and colleagues look at you and think, here’s a respectable well-behaved individual we can trust. if they knew what you did with your little escort sweetheart, they’d be dumbstruck. even though they’re probably doing similar.
So here’s my advice to the world, forget about fighting it or moaning about it, you and i and everyone else are sexually schizoid. the schism being between your prim self and your wanton self. they both exist, they’re different sides of the same coin, it’s all fine, it only goes wrong if you fixate on just one, normally the prim.
Okay R, hope you don’t mind the musings, it’s just that like you used to say, you can’t do things without thinking about them, not if you want a full life, and you’re the only one i know that i can share these thoughts with.
I was planning to tell you about the specially naughty thing i did just for you, like you asked, but I must rush, it’ll have to wait until next time. but let me say that it was very naughty and it reminded me of you. Jxxx.
