Unusual for her to chase, must mean she’s got something on her mind, but wants to keep things balanced, doesn’t want to email until I’ve responded to her last one. Fair enough, she chases so seldom, it doesn’t feel like prodding.
Thinking, also, maybe she needs reassurance, I must be one of the few people she’s told about her party escapades. I wonder if she worries that she’s somehow become cheap. Difficult decisions to make on your own, maybe she’s reaching out for validation.
I wonder why that is, sweet Jane, I guess interaction between humans of any sort whatsoever contains the latency to be life-enhancing or tawdry, the mystery is why any particular situation becomes one or the other. I figure, it’s mostly a question of who’s doing it, and also the setting they do it in.
Even more so with sex, people find sex so threatening, in their minds they dress it in tawdry clothes, sweeping aside the its life-enhancement. Maybe it’s unavoidable, a collective schizoid mental state, social organization would unglue if it met with too much sexual solvent, so everyone stays buttoned up, meanwhile secretly pursuing their sexual agendas. Best to just live with it, and, definitely, don’t try to resolve the sexual schizoia.
Well, J, speaking from personal experience and precious memories of you and your naked body and the taste of your womanhood and your amazing blowjobs, I can attest that in matters sexual you are as life-enhancing as it is possible to be, and things you touch lose their tawdriness. An amazing gift. Those men at your parties are lucky to have you.
Actually, I’m sure that the men lie in bed dreaming of their time with you, and beg your friend C to make sure you’re at the next one. And that you and C will find that the parties are well-attended, it must be quite a nice little earner.
Anyway, sweet J, it’s all interesting, isn’t it? Let me know how it goes. Do something especially naughty and tell me about it, and I’ll have something on lonely nights to arouse myself with. Rxxx.
