After yesterday’s frenzy, my house is spotless. The vigorous cleaning wore me out and I slept soundly for the first time in days. No dreams of muscled Marcel. No visions…
A diary of dating, sex and witchcraft after 60.
Tag: Marcel
Erotic dreams of Marcel again last night, and a message from him this morning. “Hope we can hookup for a drinks this week. Let me know gorgeous” is what it…
I awoke this morning to the sound of a low, urgent moaning. Then, I slowly became aware that the moaning was my own. I realized that I was unconsciously touching…