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.

tokoloshe

I keep seeing this guy whenever I go to lunch.
Nothing stands out more than the immense amount of tattoos covering his arms. I assume there are more, noted by the ink peeking from the collars of his shirts.
He's a beefy, muscled fellow, his clothes hugging his form, giving him a bit of a rounded figure. At times, he wears a cute little pair of wayfarers that make my gaze harder to break.

But I mostly just get tattoo envy.
The ornate decorations scrawled on his arms form some kind of deck of cards theme. I sneak glances as I eat my meal--
each knuckle adorned with a suit: club, spade, heart, diamond
the outline of spades on his elbows
the faces of various royalty intertwined with tribal markings

Lately, I've been thinking of flower tattoos... namely a red spider lily. It's a flower associated with the arrival of fall and, in Japanese folklore, is the flower that grows at the gates of hell to help guide the dead to their next life. Additionally, due to this little piece of mythology, it's said that the lily blooms when you encounter someone you'll never meet again.

I know, I know, a bit melancholic, but for whatever reason, that realm of emotion captivates me quite often.

But, if you'd like a change of topics, I feel as though I've been in some kind of heat lately and find myself mentally evaluating the guys that strike my fancy. I can only imagine the amount of 'physical activities' I'll engage in when I return home.
I mean, as much as I'm stoked to see friends and family

I kind of really want to get laid.