palpebrate

It's understandable that one of my friends joked recently that I should write erotica, like Zane.
My last few entries were basically dedicated to the male form and hinted pretty strongly at how much I like it.
This could be due, in part, to the fact that this business trip has kept my sexual activities to a strictly solo affair.

(well... there was that one encounter... but I'll get to that another time)

But yes, I've got a bit of a desire for flesh-- carnal cravings, whatever you'd like to call it.
Or, just... y'know, horny.
It's on this side of my psyche that I realize just how determined some men become just to fulfill their primal needs. When just manual stimulation won't do, they seek others for that heated moment of pleasure, no matter the cost at times.
Despite being in a relationship, they'll venture to another's bed.
Despite the risks, they'll break rules and laws.
Despite their longing for love, their opportunity to make it is reduced to 'fucking'.

It's quite fascinating.

However, this trip has also helped me discover that a stable relationship isn't in my immediate future. My job requires me to travel for lengthy periods at times and my practical mind automatically rules out any sort of commitment.
I know it won't be like this for the rest of my life, but right now just isn't a good time.
It's like a plant.
Sure, I have a great greenhouse for it; I just wouldn't be able to actually take care of it the way I want to.