To me, kissing is the most sensual act I can engage in with another guy. It even eclipses intercourse, at least in my book. As boys, we are told two boys should not kiss under any circumstances, which only makes kissing all the more exciting, because it’s a taboo.
Now, I don’t know about you, but if I had a date with Mr. Blue Eyes to the left here, I’d be thinking about kissing him from the moment we met up. Look at those lips. Aye-yi-yi ….
Well, I ended up spending my Saturday night by myself, as my date decided to stay home in Tampa, which I was fine with. I watched another episode of the Netflix series, London Spy, which is quite interesting, especially because the main character is gay and cute as hell.
This morning, when my alarm went off at nine AM, I forced myself to get out of bed and brew coffee. I scanned the newspaper, then got busy at the keyboard, writing fresh material for my novel-in-progress. I wrote for two hours, some really good stuff, I think, and now lunch time is approaching.
This afternoon, I have plenty to do, over at my vacation rental apartment. I need to do touch up painting in the kitchen, then I need to clean up the patio, now that the contractor has finished pouring a new concrete pad back there. I’ll need to trim shrubs over there as well, and use a leaf blower to tidy things up. I’ll put down some mulch, too. Then I’ll need to take a two-mile run for some exercise.
A friend and neighbor has invited me over to his place to watch a film this evening, along with two other people I know, friends, so it’ll be a nice evening. Have a great Sunday, everyone.