There is something very sensual about men’s locker rooms, especially those populated by young men like the boy at left. He looks great in his Speedo, doesn’t he? But why is he holding that ping pong paddle? Is his coach about to spank him for his poor performance in the pool? If so, will his team members witness the paddling? Hmmm, I could actually write a story based upon this photo ….
I’m back from my three-mile walk on the beach. Conditions were perfect down there this morning: sunny and cool, with only a light breeze coming off the Gulf. Plenty of Spring Breakers and winter tourists are still here, and many were already on the beach when I walked. It’s going to be a beautiful day, here on the island. We have our doors and windows open, and I can hear our fountain gurgling on the patio. My boyfriend’s reading the newspaper on the sofa; he doesn’t leave for work until around ten this morning.
Here’s another interesting locker room photo. It has a European, 1950’s feel to it, I think. The guys appear to be giving one another nude massages. Now, wouldn’t that be fun? I wonder where the school was? And why wasn’t I enrolled there? I’d have never missed a day of school if I had been. (“Okay, Bruno, roll over and I’ll do your back and butt. Then you can do mine, next.”) Aye-yi-yi ….
Here’s one last locker room photo I know you’ll enjoy. It looks like more massaging’s going on. Now I’m really feeling cheated by my school locker room days. Maybe I should go back to school? (Right, dream on, Martin.)
I’ll spend my morning editing my new novel. I have a doctor’s appointment, early this afternoon, to see if I can finally get rid of whatever’s been ailing me for five weeks. I’m feeling better, but I’m still not 100%, and I am so sick of being sick. With my boyfriend working a long day today, I’ll spend most of my time alone, but that’s okay. I have much to do in the writing department, so I will stay busy.
Have a nice Tuesday, everyone.