The Long Highway Pt. 33 - Sex Stories

The Long Highway Pt. 33

Hiroko translated

I dreamt that twelve women had received your cream and some got pregnant- not many, just two or three. The point was that your virile strength demanded many women.

I took test at the college and got the result back. I didn't do well. At first I thought the teacher hadn't written comments, hadn't thought my work even deserved any. But when I looked in he middle pages of the test I saw he had after all, just not at the end as usual. He'd written extensive comments at various points, referring to specific questions. And he'd given me a link to a video he thought might help. He said my answers showed a lack of imagination and he hoped the video would provide inspiration.

(I'd wondered if the teacher thought I was stupid because my English wasn't good).

I looked at the video at the college. The teacher had sent the link to my email and near it were messages between you and me. An inadvertent click on one could open a photo of my breasts and more that anyone around could see. I had to be careful.

In my dream you danced. You were excited about something and showed your feelings with dance. You were inspired, like the teacher hoped for me to be? You'd been talking about Chinese, said, "Everyone seems to have only bad things to say about the Chinese these days." Then, animated, you pulled a towel up around your head, big one like a blanket, light color, tawny, terry cloth, and you danced, like an African, though of course you aren't African. If ...

... someone had pointed your dance out to a real African, he would have grinned in approval. You crouched and hopped, were very skillful, free, lit up, your spirit and body ignited.

What a funny dream! You inspire me! Thank you!

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Akemi and I were talking to a third person about our relationship. We were about to separate for a period, Akemi staying in Japan and I traveling somewhere else.

When I arrived, was on my own, I thought about Akemi and felt love for her. I looked forward to seeing her again after our hiatus. Inevitably, I thought about sex and realized I wouldn't be having any for a while, certainly not with Pam, my still unresolved relationship with whom had brought about the separation from Akemi. Alone, I reflected on the demise of our romance and saw, not for the first time, that it wasn't caused by anything wrong with Pam or with me but by how we were together.

I was in Rome and realized I had nine days there to take photographs to my heart's content. I'd seen flowers, architectural details. What a rich city to explore. Plants put out by a private citizen, flowers and lianas exuberantly overflowed their enclosures on a ledge, railing overlooking the whole city bathed in sun, all that thriving life, structures and populace rooted in antiquity.

It was morning and I went out, bought pastries and returned to my hotel room to eat and plan the day. I turned on the television as I ate and drank coffee. An Italian show was on, of course. People talking, ...