Shunga-Sized …

… park, morning; bright sun, blue sky, air crisp with the smell of fallen leaves … amateur photographers, oldsters mostly, walking about, in search of autumn foliage nature shots and/or birds, I suppose, toting cameras with telephotos of a length and girth, proportionate to their body size, that rival even the most supersized among the schlongs at the shunga (erotic manga) exhibit I recently viewed …

… kindergarteners and pre-kinders running about, searching among fallen leaves for gingko nuts, though most, it seems, have been gathered by previously visiting groups, leaving slim pickings, but the kids seem happy enough …

… and yet despite the pleasant ambience I find myself feeling some sort of anxiety as I make my way through the park, thinking of a woman I love–whether our relationship will grow closer, enter the realm of the carnal; remain one of what I would currently describe as intimate friendship with a leitmotif of flirtation; or slowly or quickly fade … anxiety as I consider the possibility that there may have already been, in our interactions, a number of moments when, had I been given to dramatically impulsive action, we might have become carnally active … wondering if I may have already missed the boat, if there was any potential boat …

… and yet, another part of me feels comfortable in my, so far anyway, non-impulsivity, at least in any carnal sense … if something develops it develops; if not, not … and may develop whether any dramatic, carnal impulsivity on my part occurs or not, for sometimes things may develop by the most gradual of degrees, the smallest of gestures …

Safari Hard-On

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Met an attractive woman from Africa the other day; the same night dreamed of being on some sort of African “viewing” safari — not taking any photos, just looking — with gobs of groups of different native African animals scattered here and there across the open field we were in — me feeling a vague sense of anxiety as I managed somehow to avoid any dangerous encounters with first one group and then another (some of which groups’ members, thinking back on the dream, resembled, in their boxy bulk perched on spindly-looking legs, images I recently saw of “attack bots” currently under development here and there in the US and perhaps elsewhere), mostly by simply staying clear … and then the woman came (more prominently) into the dream and I had a fantastic hard-on, hardness and duration both.