The turning of the season can mean a new start. But seasons themselves can also be ruts you get yourself stuck in. At least, that was my experience. The winter had been dismal. But it had nothing to do with the weather, since it doesn’t even get snowy where I live. My rut had been a lack of pussy. Well, that wasn’t quite true, and maybe I shouldn’t put it in terms that crude. I had gone to bed with several different women that winter, and the sex had been… OK.

Truthfully, though, there had been no real spark. My excitement never got above a certain level. Oh, I could get it up and stroke away inside a woman, and more often than not make her come before I had my own spurting climax. What was lacking was that peculiar energy and fire — moments that’d burn themselves into my memory for all... Read More