Friday, February 16, 2007

Hair and the sensuality of black

A couple of snips from yesterday's tube and train journeys.

I was sitting reading on the train on the way home when my eye was caught by a woman sitting in the next block of seats in front of me. All I could see of her was the top of her head, and her dark blonde, straight long hair. The reason I paused to look was that she had raised her left hand and was twisting a few strands of her hair between her fingers. Seeing this always sends a frisson of sexual excitement through me, and for some reason an association with vulnerability, although I'm sure that this is far from how the woman was feeling. As I watched, she deftly knotted and unknotted her hair, pulling the knot through the strands until it slipped off at the end. It reminded me of a wonderfully erotic scene in the TV series Twin Peaks when Sherilyn Fenn implies her oral skills by tying a cherry stalk into a knot with her tongue as an audition piece for her admission to a brothel.

Earlier in the day I was sitting on the tube and a young couple got on. The guy was unremarkable - large and dressed in sweatshirt and jeans. The girl, however, was petite and dressed in a black and white tweed knee-length coat, with jet-black straight hair, black spectacles and a pale complexion. She was not particularly pretty, but oozed sexual appeal. She had a self-confidence and a way of speaking that fascinated me and led me on to imagine her coupling with me - she was one of those women who makes me wonder what her face would express at the moment of her orgasm.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

A new start

This is my first posting in a new anonymous blog about my sexual fantasies, desires and experiences. Hopefully it will touch some kindred spirits out there, of either gender, and maybe treat the subject of human (and particularly masculine) sexual desire with the seriousness it deserves.

To help achieve this, and to discourage spammed comments (only too common in neglected or sexually explicit blogs), I've turned on comment moderation, but I promise to post any and all specific comments, even if they are personally offensive to me!

Why am I doing this? Well, for the last four years I've been undergoing psychotherapy for what was originally diagnosed by my GP as depression, symptomised by a repressed sexuality that had manifested itself as an obsession with pornography and masturbation. Whilst the depression has now gone, I am left with a strong draw to sex and an active fantasy life. Hopefully by writing about it here I will be able to make further progress towards being a happier person.