Friday December 9th 1910 A little after 2pm. Paris I step outside into the alleyway. Lifting my head to the dark and cloudy sky, the now heavy snow hits me in the face like tiny needles. It confirms my awareness. The wind forming a sideways funnel of icy flakes in the alley feels good. I was burning up in there, not so much from the stove, but from watching her. The recent turn of events makes me question my sanity. I wal...

She was Mrs. Adleson to me then, hell, I guess she still is. I think she goes by Margery to her friends. It’s been since I was a kid and I still think she’s hot. She’s probably in her mid to late forties now, but still very attractive. I don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about her over the years but I’ve never let on. I’ve always been polite and courteous to her and I’m sure she will always think of me as that swe...

Damn it's hot out here. I hate summer. I would of course live where it never rains or snows. Sun everyday, day in day out. You know it's really hot when you step outside and it's so bad it pisses you off. A car drives by, windows down with their music blaring. Thanks jerk-wad for sharing. Damn, what am I doing out here? Clearing my head... I really hate that bitch. Another car drives by, a little too close. A house with a...

For the next several months I see, hear, and feel… sense nothing that has anything to do with the girl I saw at the bar that night. I carried her garments with me for about a week. I couldn't resist smelling them, which caused me to masturbate to an enormous orgasm every time, until the smell started wearing off of them. I then put them in a plastic bag, hidden in my apartment in case I come across her trail again. At lea...

Friday December 9th 1910 A little after 6am. Somewhere in Paris... Don't know why I waited until last night to go down to the clay mill. I've known for days that I was low on clay and would need it by today. It's not like I dread digging it and hauling it to my studio or even preparing it. I enjoy it. Just haven’t felt like getting out after hours the past few weeks. I probably made it to bed around 1am last night. Had to...

There are only two times when I feel like I'm close to opening a small hole in this reality enabling me to see my kind in their true form. That's usually when I'm on the brink of consciousness and sleep, or during moments of intense piercing passion; when I'm cumming and only then when I'm sharp enough to spot the signs. There are so few of us we rarely run into each other and the times that we do our senses are fleeting...