When I first joined Medium and made a profile, I didn’t ever expect to write on this platform. I was here to read and learn about sex and a lot of other topics. So, I chose a screen name. Teadad. I like tea. I’m a dad. Easy.
But now that I am here and writing and fully using this as a way to connect, I feel that it is time to have a proper name on here as I expand my boundaries and connections. So, here I am.
Pleased to meet you. Again. I hope you continue to…
Sometimes I like to retreat and hide from the world and reality. I will immerse myself in activities and fade away from everything else. Solitary distractions.
Sometimes I like to be chased. I often do so much of the chasing and initiating that I’ll fantasize of someone wanting me so badly that they come looking for me in the veil I have pulled around myself. Searching for my love, intimacy, voice. It’s the longing that allows you to find me.
Lover, come find me. I am in the deep inhale of breath, held in my lungs as I stretch. I…
I love reading. Books, specifically. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy magazines, newspapers, articles, blogs, columns, comics, and graphic novels. I read them all.
But there is a magic to books. That sentence may very well be a bit of foreshadowing as some of my favorite books are fantastical in nature. Far off lands. Otherly worlds. Monsters. Aliens. Witches. Fey creatures. Magic. There’s that word again. These topics ignite my childlike wonder and allow me to escape into the most wonderous of worlds and the deadliest of domains.
While my gushing excitement may indicate that this is all a new…
I’ve been wanting to write this list for a while now. I know at one point, these lists were pretty in-vogue here on Medium, but I was just finding this community at that point and nowhere close to writing here myself.
Still, I enjoyed reading everyone’s, and I have been thinking more and more about what would be on my own list. I also have put off writing this because what is left on the “Still Want to Accomplish” list can be quite… revealing? I’m all for being vulnerable, but there is something a little scary with putting out some…
We are on the couch, relaxing by the fire
I pat the seat next to me, come and sit
Playing it cool with anticipated desire
It is always building and never quits
Sitting and focusing our stares straight ahead
After all these years sometimes I still get nervous
Less like a married man, more like a teenager instead
I build up the courage to provide you with my service
I place my hand on your thigh, starting to massage Eyes still straight ahead, no eye contact yet You moan and say “More of that,” so it’s no mirage I find…
I step out of the shower, steam billowing around me like a warm hug. It has had extra time to accumulate as my wife had just recently exited the shower and bathroom before me.
My wife and I share a shower nearly every day. It has become somewhat of a tradition with us over the past ten years or so. It is a place for us to connect, talk, share our thoughts about the day, and sometimes fool around.
As my feet hit the sea-green bath mat, I grabbed my towel and used it to absorb the beads of wetness…