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Friday, 4 July 2008
Duncan James
Duncan James is one be-autiful boy. OK, man is probably a better description as he's 30 now :-O, but what an innocent, lovely face he has. I wasn't a particular fan during his Blue days, but got besotted around the time he appeared on Dancing on Ice. These 2 photos, pillaged from his website, have been on my hard drive ever since. Oh so snoggable!
Thursday, 3 July 2008
The Starbucks Guy
The guy who served me in Starbucks yesterday looked totally delicious.
I was at the counter trying to choose a cake to go with my grande capuccino, but what I really wanted was him on a plate.
About 23, short dark hair, beautiful build, very male, two star tatoos just visible on his neck.
To add to it all, he was polite and attentive, and held eye contact with me all the time he was speaking, suggesting what I might like to try. I don't think he knew, at that point, what I would really like to try (him), but by the time I had paid and he had directed me to the end of the counter to wait for my drink, I knew that he knew. I could feel it showing on my face, and could tell he had seen it.
Nearly 20 years younger than me, but he was watching me as I returned to my seat, where my friend Tasha was waiting.
For the hour we stayed in there, I couldn't really concentrate on what she was saying. I was just watching him. Every so often, as he was clearing a table nearby, his head would turn, and his eyes would meet mine, then he'd look away again. He looked slightly nervous - baffled by it - yet definitely interested. At one point he went to take a break, and sat at an outside table to have a cigarette. I turned myself in my seat so I could see him.
I couldn't resist letting Tasha in on it, and asking what she thought of him. Her first comment was that I am old enough to be his mother, which was true. The second was that although young, he looked as though he had already seen and experienced life, which was also true and one of the things that appealed to me about him. He had a handsome face - but the face of a boxer, a bit like Amir Khan perhaps, and it looked like under his shirt he could have the physique of a boxer too.
It was all very strange and new, but I felt elated by it. We had to leave quickly in the end - time to go - but he is still there in my mind. It's not Starbucks in my town, but a neighbouring town. I usually only go there once a month or so. Dunno if it's a stupid idea or not, but I am thinking of going back there next week to watch him again.
I was at the counter trying to choose a cake to go with my grande capuccino, but what I really wanted was him on a plate.
About 23, short dark hair, beautiful build, very male, two star tatoos just visible on his neck.
To add to it all, he was polite and attentive, and held eye contact with me all the time he was speaking, suggesting what I might like to try. I don't think he knew, at that point, what I would really like to try (him), but by the time I had paid and he had directed me to the end of the counter to wait for my drink, I knew that he knew. I could feel it showing on my face, and could tell he had seen it.
Nearly 20 years younger than me, but he was watching me as I returned to my seat, where my friend Tasha was waiting.
For the hour we stayed in there, I couldn't really concentrate on what she was saying. I was just watching him. Every so often, as he was clearing a table nearby, his head would turn, and his eyes would meet mine, then he'd look away again. He looked slightly nervous - baffled by it - yet definitely interested. At one point he went to take a break, and sat at an outside table to have a cigarette. I turned myself in my seat so I could see him.
I couldn't resist letting Tasha in on it, and asking what she thought of him. Her first comment was that I am old enough to be his mother, which was true. The second was that although young, he looked as though he had already seen and experienced life, which was also true and one of the things that appealed to me about him. He had a handsome face - but the face of a boxer, a bit like Amir Khan perhaps, and it looked like under his shirt he could have the physique of a boxer too.
It was all very strange and new, but I felt elated by it. We had to leave quickly in the end - time to go - but he is still there in my mind. It's not Starbucks in my town, but a neighbouring town. I usually only go there once a month or so. Dunno if it's a stupid idea or not, but I am thinking of going back there next week to watch him again.
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
The First Post
I've wanted to have a blog about sex for a long time, but haven't known where or how to start.
But finally it begins as I acknowledge to myself and to the world that sex is a big deal for me.
My mother said to me a couple of months back, "It's better when you get to the stage of life where sex and all that sort of thing isn't actually that important any more. Isn't it?"
Which was quite funny really. She was interpreting the fact that my husband and I now sleep separately as my lack of sex-drive, when nothing could be further from the truth.
At 42, my feelings about sex are different from when I was younger, yes, but they have not diminished. They have changed in a good way - they have evolved. Sex has been the driving force behind my life from around the age of 15 and it still is.
About five months ago, my husband started sleeping separately from me. This was his own choice, and apparently because he gets a better nights sleep in a bed on his own. On the upside, it has given me the chance to indulge in a little self-exploration and to lose myself in my own memories of past lovers and fantasies. I have a strong imagination, and am a great believer in sexual fulfilment being very much a mind thing.
My own sex-life is very far from over. It would be nice to think that throught the writing of this blog, it will be entering a new phase.
But finally it begins as I acknowledge to myself and to the world that sex is a big deal for me.
My mother said to me a couple of months back, "It's better when you get to the stage of life where sex and all that sort of thing isn't actually that important any more. Isn't it?"
Which was quite funny really. She was interpreting the fact that my husband and I now sleep separately as my lack of sex-drive, when nothing could be further from the truth.
At 42, my feelings about sex are different from when I was younger, yes, but they have not diminished. They have changed in a good way - they have evolved. Sex has been the driving force behind my life from around the age of 15 and it still is.
About five months ago, my husband started sleeping separately from me. This was his own choice, and apparently because he gets a better nights sleep in a bed on his own. On the upside, it has given me the chance to indulge in a little self-exploration and to lose myself in my own memories of past lovers and fantasies. I have a strong imagination, and am a great believer in sexual fulfilment being very much a mind thing.
My own sex-life is very far from over. It would be nice to think that throught the writing of this blog, it will be entering a new phase.
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