Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Bleak reality; you're not his passion any longer though for one brief period in your history together, you might have consumed his energy and attention. That accomplished, he turned another direction. The euphoric enthusiasm with which he explored every crevice of your body, its smooth contours and alluring pheromones, the skin-on-fire contact has long since been satisfied. He now notes challenge met, that summit conquered.
He responds now to other challenges that beckon. His curiosity and physical demands inspiring him to seek the thrills of adventure to validate his indomitable male spirit too long in abeyance, yearning to escape the dreary bondage of aquiescent existence, when every sinew and muscle of his body demands action, adventure, release from the tame sameness of quotidian habit.
Your comfort is the bane of his existence. He is a caged tiger, an animal wild to escape into the male-dominated world of self-aware validation. Achieved through various gender- exclusive forays into the wilds of bungee jumping, parachuting, deep-sea scuba-diving, rock climbing, spelunking and mountainous ascents whose enterprise appeals to excess-hormoned danger-dawdling extreme recreationers.
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