occasionally sexually honest

actually wanking outside

smoked a little hash earlier tonight and even though i cycled for over an hour afterwards, which i'd hoped would make this not happen... i'm still a little insomniac, which is in general my payment for smoking after 10 at night...

so i just turned on my computer to write down a few words for something i'm writing at the moment and i realised that i wanted to come... so i gazed at the pictures for some movies i didn't even download and finished what i'd started several hours previously...

you see, midway through my cycle journey home tonight, from south to north london, i paused by the thames, i needed a piss, i lifted my bike over the barrier and walked down the steps to the beach of the thames, lowtide...

doing my small bit to pollute that great river...

i propped my bike against a pillar, found a space underneath the walkway and pissed against that river wall...

then, being as it was night, my body had been active from the cycling, there was noone around, the smell of the river and also maybe the faint smell of piss...

for all these reasons i kept hold of my cock and moistened my fingers, it was pretty cold and i didn't get hard very quickly but fairly soon i was wanking away on that lowtide beach there...

somehow an image of a watery woman came to me... not my girlfriend, not any of the ex-lovers who sometimes invade my masturbating thoughts...

a woman of the river, a tidal woman inviting my sperm into her, telling me she'll wash it away inside her when her tide comes in...

i guess it was the smell more than anything else, but the place directed my thoughts to this strange woman who i hadn't seen before...

i didn't come...

my bicycle was right beside me with both front and back lights blinking off and on.. a slight feeling of visibility, mixed with an awareness after awhile that coming wasn't necesary, to just be touching myself with this thames woman so possesing me...

this was enough...

so i put myself away and i walked along the beach, carrying my bike over the rockier bits, all the way from tate modern to waterloo bridge where i got back on my bike and cycled home...

the whole river excertion proving to be great for my words, a whole chunk of words fell out of me when i got home, hopefully for the film i've been working on...

happy, poetic, erotic time

x

posted by orgasm curious @ 3:48 AM