After Christmas

The days after Christmas are never a let down for me. I simply enjoy the in-between time after all the crass commercialism and religious sentimentality of the holiday and the beginning of the new year. Some of my friends get “the after Christmas blues,” but not me.

There is something about the coming of a new year, new challenges, and new experiences that enthralls me. My coming year is overflowing with film opportunities, writing assignments, a new course to teach, and so many possibilities for relationships, sex, and and some exhibitionistic naughtiness.

I woke up this morning, feeling this hopeful energy and jumped into my friend’s garden tub — a giant of a bathtub with spa jets! It wasn’t long before there were three of us in the tub splashing happily. No, we didn’t have sex, but we did get a DSLR out to shoot a few quality photos of each other. We all got so aroused we took turns masturbating while the other two watched. Now that was fun!

The French toast and bacon afterwards weren't bad either.

I hope your in-between days are happy and naughty too.