I think it was Steve Miller who wrote, in his song Jungle Love, that “everything’s better when wet.” And I suppose old Steve was onto something there. A young man looks very sexy when he’s wearing very little and he’s soaking wet. Wouldn’t you agree?
I rose around right-thirty this morning to take my three-mile walk on the beach. Conditions were perfect: still; cool, and sunny, with just a little fog hanging over the Gulf of Mexico. Late February is the height of our winter tourist season, and the beach was full of northerners soaking up the sunshine. A few were even bathing in the Gulf, but the water temperature’s too cold for a native Floridian like me. By the time I returned home, our house guests were up, and now they’re down at the shore with my boyfriend, soaking up a few rays themselves.
I always enjoying hosting people in our home at this time of year because they are able to enjoy the natural beauty of our island at a time when the weather is miserable in most of the country. Sadly, our guests will leave early this evening; they have a cross-country flight ahead of them.
I’m spending my morning working on my new novel. It’s a rather spooky tale involving certain elements of the occult, and also the sexual practice of “auto-erotic asphyxiation” (AE), an activity certain young men indulge in when they’re by themselves and looking for a sexual thrill . You can read about it here:
And I would not recommend experimenting with AE unless you have a sexual partner present to make sure you don’t cause harm to yourself. Listen to Martin on this one, okay?
Have a nice Sunday, everyone.