Portrait in magenta and blue; bright and faded

Editing this picture and recalling well the letter I was reading then, I have had sad thoughts and intimations refuting my favourite Wordsworth's verses (those about "the splendor in the grass...") – since I realize I will always grieve, and never find strength nor consolation in what remains behind; neither in the primal sympathy –which … Continue reading Portrait in magenta and blue; bright and faded

My First shared orgasm – (… and my Last post here for a while)

1- First time ever I remember my first experience of sexual pleasure by other's hands with absolute clarity (which is not surprising, since everybody tends to remember well things alike). It began quite directly, with a cold hand on my penis, fingers inspecting it and soon stroking it, while I was coming out of sleep. … Continue reading My First shared orgasm – (… and my Last post here for a while)