From my past:

My Lover drive me crazy, one warm summer morning. We were alone, She was frisky, I was obsessed.

Later, around lunch time, She caught my eye and, again, I felt my chest tighten with anticipation and lust. Second time was almost as heart-attack promoting as the first.

Supper time approached and I wasn't even thinking about Her and I together. Yet, for the first time in my life, I was close to death. I didn't think it was possible for me. Yet, it happened. Was She testing me? Was I testing me?

Then, there it was; the evening was ours and I was not able to salute my Goddess. I was not capable... I was... what? Sexually dead? Not warn out: no, I could do push-ups, climb trees, or wrestle grizzly bears. But sex was impossible for me.

I was quietly asked; I said no. For the first time in my life, I was not human. The only time, if I think about it.

Is it familiar with anyone here? Sexed until you can't anymore?


Regarding this post and every post I write about myself describing my past, be advised that I was tried, convicted, sentenced to a very long time in prison, and I served the complete sentence. Be further advised that I am no longer practicing illegal activities today and that I refrain from doing so by my own choice, not from fear of legal entanglements or society's outrage. I remain crime free because I choose to.