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Best of Luck!BACK HOME: Thank you for your kind note. The thousands of stars against the night's black backdrop can also be experienced in Joshua Tree. Another most favorite place and a short 40-minute drive from my permanent USA home in Palm Springs. Always taking the small SL convertible into the summertime desert with its prevailing cool evening breezes. My CD’s playing Peter White’s Caravan of Dreams. Life continues to be good.
BACK TO DUBAI: This Saturday I am meeting Veronique at Raffles in Wafi City. Singapore Slings and sitting in padded rattan chairs will be on the agenda amidst the colonial-era charm and soaking in the atmosphere. This is one of our favorite places, quiet, dimly lit, with a select menu of great appetizers and our talks are always quick and spirited. My under-wired bra pressing its silhouette into my chest bone, screw-on earrings reminding me of their presence with their sharp bite. The restroom mirror, as I reapplied my lipstick, showed me how hot I looked in my simple Chanel dress, the Jimmy Choo’s my quintessential fetish object and with my red lacquered nails drawing light patterns of imagination over my silk encased legs.
I NEED YOUR LOVE TO GIVE ME LIFE: This is where I usually see him. Always sitting in the same place in a corner of the long bar every Saturday night. His face tinged crimson by the overhead spots. For me he is the essence of the bar. I never spoke with him and probably never will, although I obsessed about him constantly. For me he is a reality unto itself; and a sexual fantasy between us I so easily can imagine. While I flirted with some of the expatriate men who usually crowded about me so ready to buy me drinks, I would hold his image in the forefront of my mind. I would talk and smile at them, but when I surreptitiously brushed my breasts, I would always see him from the corner of my eyes. And, yes, he noticed me. I imagined that when he speaks to me his voice will be sending a familiar frisson down into my arms. Me holding him tightly, kissing him and drinking his lips.
DAYDREAMS: Why indulge in dreaming when a fantasy is right here in the room with me? There are very few moments in my life that are as delicious as these. He was in his late 50’s and in many ways reminded me of Richard Harris in the movie “The Wild Geese.” A certain sensuality spoke from his very being. His sensuality wrapped me in narcotic reveries, cloyingly sweet like chloroform, drugging my senses. His sensuality whispered low throaty words, but they are always indistinct, teasing sounds whose meaning I could never quite decipher.
I am of the mind, that the angle of the lights in respect to where he sat recreated him in a specific image for me; that, if I had approached him, the angle of the lights being in variance with my original position, I may have lost him altogether or, at the very least, encountered a totally different person. A different reality than that of my sexual imagination about him. If this all sounds like intellectual masturbation, it may well be so, but I am so conscious of how light defines reality, that I am content to meet him at the same angle and the same distance Saturday after Saturday.
I AM SO HAPPY YOU ARE HERE WITH ME: Perhaps for now it is better to think of dinner later tonight with dear Veronique at Biella Ristorante. We will eat pasta and drink Chianti. I know that she will be relieved again to be able to share her stories, and sharing secrets with someone, just as I am to sharing mine with her. I thought for a moment that Veronique should have invited him and joining us for a delightful dinner conversation and with stories of our own escapades. And so my life here in the sun and sand continues but that is yet another story for another day.
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I read your original post, and you sound like a really wonderful guy, just geographically too far away…Bump
Thank you for your sweet post Aries. You are kind. May I know where you are? I would not miss this opportunity to get to know somebody like you....even if the distance was too much or even if you were on Mars. I appreciate that you chose to reach out.I read your original post, and you sound like a really wonderful guy, just geographically too far away…
Appreciate your thoughtful words! Yes, the real beauty is in connecting as humans....the natural grace of getting to know each other (without having conditions or expectations),is in itself a beautiful gift! But quite rare these days, I suppose. It is lovely that you saw that in what I am seeking. Thank you for sharing @French0077In my experience on lit that’s rare. Women filter through tonnes of “wanna fuck” when you live continents apart (which is ridiculous)
I love a fun connection. Flirting, what’s for dinner, what you reading, wanna cum. I love it all. But it’s few and far between.
You sound unique