It has become an evening ritual over the years. I do it to satisfy myself and to bring about some peace at the end of the day. Sleep will not come until I do. I brush my hair and teeth as though preparing for a lover, but then that's what I am to myself; a lover who's hands know every crevice, every wrinkle, every erotic place that I long to be touched. Tonight will be slow and deliberate. Even though it is late and I am tired after chatting with a friend until after midnight, I know that I shall take my time with myself. Our conversation this evening has left me needing release. Not the friend from New York whom I tell some of my most intimate secrets to since our Yahoo friendship developed over a year ago. No this lover is new. He's a teacher, a confidant, an intimidator, a mechanic, an enticer, a bondage instructor. He rarely uses vulgar or descriptive language, but his messages are clear and intriguing. Scenarios that he barely touches upon become realities...un...

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