Writing about the squeams.

[elfs]

I was going to write about what I did last night. After all, it was fun, it was journal-worthy, and it involved excellent sex, old friends, and the screechingly loud climax of a woman who should have been on the cover of a Peter Hegre (NSFW) production. (I also had the impression that she was out of place. There are often beautiful, young women at the club, but there was something statuesque about that one.)

But no. Once upon a time, I let it all hang out and posted about everything. I suppose I should still do that. There are those brave enough to do so. It's not as if I can ever really go dark with this stuff; even if I took my entire LJ friends only, there's always the dejanews archive hosted at Google.

Is this that creeping conservatism that they warn hits guys like me around 40 or so?

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Perhaps you're just getting in touch with your inner tease?

Curiously... :)