Draft Sunday, February 14, 2021 11:56 PM

I’m a 50 year old guy from the Sydney northern beaches who reluctantly moved to Canberra to ( happily) be near my relocated family,I’d commute at first between ACT and Sydney 4/4 days as I was a first responder in an Emergency service.. I knew nobody in Canberra and I was at a low with the estranged and fractured family unit, travelling and bored lonely times in the Capital.. a far cry ( I thought) from the life of the beaches .. well things changed fairly quickly when I was introduced to a lady one night in Canberra.. it was like a surge of supercharged adrenaline was coursing constantly through my body when I was with her.. and that was before the “fun had even begun.” I’m no shrinking violet and I thought I’d lived a very interesting, exciting, impulsive lifestyle in Sydney with various stimuli.. physical, 80’s raves and nights at breathtaking and unbelievable parties with the newest and most inspiring cocktails of mind blowing fun .. the powders the . .. well you get the drift.. so when I did connect with the beauty in ACT I wasn’t prepared for the next cosmic level of physical and mental ecstasy I was about to be inundated by!! The immediate connection and the unspoken ways we connected meant hours in the bedroom , or car or the pines or public spaces the level of sexual energy and the uninhibited.. hard , soft, dangerous, ribald.. levels we pushed to and then pushed past was like an unstoppable cosmic energy, before going to clubs, at clubs, casinos, change rooms, bondage , autoaffixiation, University shadows , on car bonnets in full view.. full truck stops .. alone together at home.. occasionally enticing others . . Role playing , extremely rough.. above people on fire stairs in Civic on a crowded Saturday night.. and the amazing thing was it was never pre planned meditated or orchestrated.. complete and utter lust , sycronicity and raw lust , love, anger, bravado and fucking awesome.. life altering simpatico.. it didn’t detract from the head clearing lustful urges that the lady was ( and still is) a very beautiful, stylish, self confident.. and utterly sexually alluring bomb.. I forgot Sydney .. I was addicted to the surrealistic journey we were on...we were together constantly and it was destined to self destruct.. the natural way of the universe vis fairly straight forward for every reaction there is and equal and opposite ( and sometimes strapped into the leg spreading, nipple squeezing harness) suspended from the roof that worked very much in our tensed , sweating , knee trembling favour.. but the psychological and reflective betting bugs were starting to squeak.. and sometimes literally squwark.. the jealous, the gossip rodents the dam right fucking self inflated drug dealing falsely inflated balloon headed Michelin men.. but Jesus as the Janis Joplin song says... “I’d trade all my tomorrow’s ‘for just one single yesterday “ Well maybe not all “ my tomorrow’s “ but maybe a few treasured toys.. to be on the wire grilled fire stairs platform overlooking the lane way between London crt and the bus interchange late on a Friday night with the lane full of Civic hipsters as my lady was braced with strong straight legs on the platform , arms outstretched holding the railing.. her little tartan mini skirt hitch onto her bare gorgeous back her bare arse pouting out with her High heels steady and white buttoned blouse opened with her pert breast and erect nipples moving rhythmically as my tensed body with pants down , t shirt off thrust from behind her as my hands held her shapely hips.. in perfect lustful nirvana as below us the throng laughed and smoked... ahhh Canberra didn’t seem soo bad!

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