Sanity is overrated!


April 2016

Gadgets, Devices, and Other Things

For those of you who are reading this article due to the title’s implied content, I adore you!  That is exactly what I would have done and therefore I think it only fair to let you know that the “devices” of which I speak are our electronic devices: the iphone, our laptops, Kindles, and ipads, etc.  Perhaps if everyone were more inclined to use other types of …er, devices, we might be a little easier to get along with as a society!  In any case, I had an adventure today and I want to tell you about my observations and also kill two birds with one stone (that is a dreadful cliché).

I am currently working through The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron and one of the weekly assignments is to take myself on an artist date.  Since I had a scheduled appointment to go out of town today, in an attempt to alleviate the mundane nature of the task at hand I decided to utilize the opportunity to scratch that item off of this week’s assignment by spending some self-structured time at Barnes and Noble and then treating myself to lunch at Pei Wei Asian Restaurant.  The day turned out to be an absolutely enjoyable adventure and I came away with some interesting thoughts about my fellow humans.  In addition, I had another opportunity to fine-tune my bad-ass chopstick skills!

I am a self-confessed people watcher and I usually approach this past-time circumstantially: I’m waiting somewhere for something.  Today, however, was different.  Today I deliberately set about the business of purposefully paying attention to sizes, shapes, and social habits of the humans at a very large and very quiet bookstore.  While sitting at a table at the in-house Starbucks, I had an excellent vantage point with which to conceal my people-observing mission.  I was immediately struck by the prevalence of hand-held devices; it appeared as though everyone had a cell in their hands and were either engaged in a conversation or looking at something on their screens.  In the meantime, the presence of others is visually apparent and the store is otherwise as quiet as a library.  Neither of these factors made a difference.  And it wasn’t overtly rude.  I had to ruminate over this newly accepted habit of socialization: a form of person-to-person contact in which we socialize with those on our devices but not with those in the same room.

Interestingly enough, I found this atmosphere strangely comforting…?  I began to realize that these people who didn’t even know me were allowing me to listen to snippets and phrases of their private conversations.  These bits of communication would not ordinarily capture my attention but it seemed as though these device-users were announcing their presence by conversing in a quiet bookstore.  This behavior and its consequent addition to the atmosphere of the store brought them acknowledgement but it also sent another message: I am not available for interaction.  It was like the opera Tommy: see me, feel me, touch me, [hear] me.  But please do not talk to me!  We can go places to be among others but we must bring our devices to avoid interaction!  “Alone” is the new social connection!

As for the reasons that I found this atmosphere so comforting, I can only fall back on my tendencies as an introvert.  To be in public always carries the risk of being approached to engage in conversation.  I would avoid these situations as much as possible unless I was psyched-up for a possible encounter.  Often, it would be very draining.  However, today was different; I was completely relaxed and at-ease!  I knew that these “others” were engrossed in their own little fishbowl worlds and that the likelihood of one of them intruding in on mine was minimal.  What a freedom!   The title of one of Bukowski’s tomes came instantly to mind: You Get So Alone Sometimes That It Just Makes Sense.

And it did. And it does.

(Did I mention that I was on my laptop?! )

Existential Exhibitionism: Part IV

This was going completely out of her comfort zone and she knew that she was taking a huge risk.  However, knowing and doing are two entirely different concepts and she was definitely going to be “doing” a gorgeous man today!  Many times she had imagined such a risque’ adventure as this and at last she was going to surmount everything that had ever gone before.   Yes, this was going to be raising the ante quite a bit and she did not deny that fact for a moment.  Each time she had tried something adventurous, she would wallow in its glory for a time and then the episode had to be repeated, or she had to find a way to increase the thrill.  She had become the serial killer of sexual conquest and she could not, and would not, stop.

She turned the corner and parked behind the convenience store.  Slipping her panties off and making certain that she was fresh and hot, she prepared to meet her quarry.  How would she take him? She hadn’t thought that far ahead but it didn’t trouble her; she was a connoisseur of hot and horny sex in a variety of places and this was to be no different.  The craziest place she had ever done it was in a vacant house that an attractive and willing real estate fox had taken her to view.  She didn’t care for the home but she enjoyed him.  The thrill of knowing that someone could come through the door at any moment and catch them only added to the excitement.  In the end, she lost herself completely in her sensual ecstasy and couldn’t care less if the Pope himself were standing in the doorway!  Memories, they were sweet and hot.  She was really wet now.

At last, he came walking around the corner.  He looked a little surprised and then a little nervous when he saw her sitting in her car.  Almost wishing that she had blown him off, he walked over to her with trepidation and an embarrassed and goofy smile.

“Isn’t this where I am supposed to ask you if you are a cop?”

She nodded her head and told him to get in.  He quickly looked around and opened the car door.  The red interior of the Cadillac seemed particularly suited for such an encounter and he couldn’t help thinking that he was being really stupid but he couldn’t help himself; it was as though a force beyond himself were compelling him to obey her every word and it was such a turn-on that he felt himself rise and swell in response to her commands. He felt as though he had hit the lottery and his excitement and desire were difficult to control.

As he settled into the seat she reached over and grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth down to hers and kissing him deeply, she buried her tongue in his mouth.  They were both breathing heavily and the tension was palpable: she wanted him and he wasn’t going to resist.  She roughly unbuttoned his shirt and inserting her hand she found his nipples and pinched them into hardness.  Then she began to suck on them while unzipping his pants.  His penis announced itself like a “jack-in-the-box” and there was no mistaking his surrender.  Unbuttoning her blouse, she placed his hands on her full breasts and mounted his lap.  Surprise– no panties! he vaguely remembered thinking just before she pounded herself down on his erect and throbbing cock.  Instantly he felt the sensations of hot and slippery wetness and it was all he could do to refrain from cumming that very moment.  He was being broken-in and she rode him like a stallion who was being mounted for the first time.  Reveling in her conquest and sensual pleasure, she capitulated with one orgasm after another as his hardness hammered inside her again and again…

This might have been her first rodeo but it would not be her last, she thought as he relinquished his desire in one final burst.


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