The calm before the storm is the best expression I can think of for this next ten days before Christmas. Last night conformed eerily to that description. It was deathly quiet in the house, none of my friends were on line, the dog was sound asleep on the futon next to me in my office where I sat cruising on the computer. J was upstairs in her studio working on a project. It has been several years now that all the kids are gone from the house; the current quiet has become the norm. The term “empty nest” has real meaning around here, it is very quiet at night. Add to that, early darkness and no one on line; it is no wonder that evenings have become a time for me to ruminate and write. So at 8 PM I began writing a section of my next erotic book.
Against this backdrop of the mind numbing calm, my rich inner sex life has become like the lights of Broadway. Last night was no exception; the events of last night were so amazing that I needed to get them written and posted before I forgot them. So instead of doing my work this morning I am taking this diversion to get this written so I can post it.