Moosomin

Half way to Ottawa, more or less. Small motel in Moosomin.

Two emails from Sh this week. Very unusual. Called me "sweetums" and said she was missing me.

J1 and I are getting along low key and okay. Lots of driving.

Waiting For Flight A/C 151

On the plane from London to Vancouver. Can’t see the movie. Found my Canadian money. Using the computer on the plane; don’t normally do that.

Had to take a bus out to the plane at LHR. Very irritating and not explained. Called people to board way ahead of time but no explanation as to why.

So, the trip to Ottawa starts today. Feels like that anyway.

I hope J’s ticket wasn’t cancelled. Mix up there, with her cousin, but I hope my enquiry about what would happen if the ticket was cancelled wasn’t misinterpreted.

It is nice – or maybe soothing or distracting is the right word – to have the prospect of J’s arrival later tonight in Vancouver to think about, to fantasize about; the mind doesn’t linger quite so much on the emptiness of the thing with Sh. So many questions about J: What will she be like? What will her attitude be? Menstrual cycle? She can be moody at times I think.

Also, M, in Port of Spain. That is a bit of a worry. Don’t want to upset the young woman, hurt her feelings. What to do? I’m not sure. Temptation, for sure.

V in Rainy River/Fort Francis. Keen to meet now. How would J accommodate that? How does Winston fit in? Should we drive through the states? Steinbach Manitoba.

J2 in Brampton. Interesting angle. Blog says she works at TD Trust in Mississauga. Which brings up Inder. But that may be a lost cause.

Have to check how Mark and Jennifer in the BBC ballroom dancing competition are doing. Should be able to find some mention of it on the web. Hope to see another shimmy like the one I saw the second night in London.

Flowers for J would be a nice touch I think.

Thought for a moment that I left some shirts hanging up in the sleeping beauty motel room, but now I think I didn’t.

Regarding Widows Walk, might splice parts one and two together. Use an Ananya character for the medical student? Saysha? Mix?

Oh, and Francisca in New Zealand.

Drinking lots of water for sperm volume. Hope that works. Hardly more scientific that Marianne and the essence of the sea idea.

See Randy? Dolly?

later

posted this on the blog. two hours until A/C 151 touches down. Mariben wanted $100 US in the Philippines.

Why I Like

Large breasts are only there for one reason, as far as I know. To be prominent, to catch the male eye; to signal the sexual nature of the person observed. That is exciting to me. It is provocative. Look at me – large breasts proclaim -- I’m only here to excite your sexual imagination. And that fact is in and of itself the most incredible turn on.

When you are with a woman with big tits there are always subtle reminders – and sometimes not so subtle! -- of her membership in this exclusive club. When her heavy tits brush against you, for example, or her heavy tits shudder and move when she is doing some routine household task (better in many ways to watch her do them that do it myself).

Now, having big tits doesn’t mean a woman is sexy. And, in fact, except for tit-fucking, the tits have a rather limited role. I mean, once I have my face buried in the woman’s pussy because I am excited and she is excited, then that is a good thing, and I enjoy it. But the same visual appeal isn’t there when the adrenaline, blood pressure, etc., aren’t quite so high.

So, in the Vancouver airport tomorrow night I will meet a woman with big tits, who told me once it was time to let me “have a go at them”, referring to her tits. Is there a nicer thing a woman can say to a man?

Too big is no good, of course. And at times the nicest tits can lose some of their charm, when you have just ejaculated, or something. Nonetheless, anytime a tit is covered up, it becomes a renewed source of mystery within a very few minutes. Can’t figure that one out! Why isn’t once enough? Or at least fifty times enough? You’d think I’d know after 50 times what it looks like and feel like – wouldn’t you?

Sex and Memory

From an article in the Guardian Magazine, April 15, 2006, entitled "Sex Now"

Jake says he's slept with 100 woman. Why? "To protect myself a little bit. To make it not such a big deal. Part of it is trying to cram in as many memories. Sometimes you feel a bit pressured ..."

List

M. in POS. Lovely young woman. Adventurous it seems.

Sh - uncertain, but lovely now. First child named after Dr. Bleep.

R. - succulent, large, tight breasts, wet pussy - face biter. Scoldingly stubborn. Lovely child.

JM - Thursday.

Brampton - most interesting of all.

The ides of April (well, a day late)

In London. Sh has hay-fever. Said she loved me as she got on the bus to go back to her unidentified flying flat. 257 bus, but could have been 69.

Going to Ottawa. With JM, from St. Vincent in the Caribbean. By car; long trip. Large breasts. It all goes together somehow. Pass by Brampton.

Bought a new guitar - spent too much, but it should last me the rest of my life. No, really. And thast not because I am thinking of dying soon.

Writing a bit.

Just read Amnesia Moon by Lethem.

Recurring interest in Brampton. Creative writing location.