Friday holds a lot of promise...

...for me! I hope the day will be as wonderful as I imagine. I may have even dreamed that today would be filled with awe inspiring thoughts, adventures, ideas, love, and money!

Waking up early, I had a really good sense that my dreams were very positive. Can't remember anything that I might have dreamed about, just had a good feeling. We'll see how long that lasts.

Today I sure hope is the day I get my MacBook Pro back from the shop with a new harddrive! It's been too long without it and I wonder how much I've lost. It's been like the Dark Ages without it. Can't see most websites, can't post things to sell on eBay, can't few much on etsy, youtube has been horrible to look at with this old machine. But I'm glad I still had it around!

I had been working on a book. There were several long mp3s of audio, where I recorded my thoughts for the book, stream of consciousness, dialog, descriptions and such on the machine, but it's very possible all of that is lost. Maybe it's best. Maybe I'll be better when the new machine comes back and I start over. Maybe my thoughts will be more focused, clearer and the sex scenes will be dirtier!

No, they were pretty dirty.

I think I may be a dirty minded boy. There are certain people that when I talk with them, they really bring out the devil in me! They can be innocently talking about something like chocolate cake and in my mind I'm thinking what I'd love to be doing to them. I'll see them and instantly I'm slowly undressing them in my head and creating games where the object is too make them moan in unbearable pleasure.

Where did all of this come from?

I used to play a game of seeing how hard I could make people laugh! I'd wake up thinking, "Today I'm going to make someone laugh so hard that they accidentally fart!" That would be my goal for the day. And I usually won!

But something happened to me where now I want someone to physically fight themselves for control of their sexual feelings, I want them to lose control, to swoon, to get moist, to get wet, become weak, and flutter when I speak to them, write to them, look at them and touch them. It's my new goal. Their pleasure is my leisure! I'm a giving guy. I'm a loving guy. I'm a lover. I want to be someones Don Juan, someones Lord Byron, someones only one, someones best friend, someones confidant, someones only lover...

I only need that one woman.

Maybe today, this beautiful Friday, right now she'll be free and thinking of me as she reads this and the thought of me touching her will be so galvanizing it will send a shudder through the entire length of her body. Maybe as these words become thoughts and the thoughts become solid in her mind, her body will feel me as waves of ecstasy throb across her flesh, my hand will become her hand, my fingers slide easily like a warm glove into her fingers, her touch is my touch and she will feel me and she explodes in a downpour of fiery sensations inside her being.

Then today will have been worth it to me.

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