Tales From Subspace
OPENING
I started with a phone call. A pay phone call to a number found in the back of
a new-wave newspaper that advertised Alternative Lifestyles. [Alternative
Lifestyles. I had never felt like an alternative anything, but maybe I get
ahead of myself.] It was not easy to make the call. My fingers could barely
find the numbers on the keypad in the dim light. My breath came short and fast.
Sweat slickened my palms and I was wet. Moist heat between my legs, throbbing
with my pulse. Pounding emotions I thought long dead, forcing the very center
of my being to vibrant flaming life. My skin heated up slowly in the cool air
and my eyes blazed with this ill-concealed inner fire. Dark passions filling my
body with need. I wanted pure physical satiation again. Hands, lips, cock, on
me and in me, once again. It had been six long years of self-imposed isolation.
I was ready to reach out but did not want true commitment. The thought of the
traditional world of dating turning my stomach. I needed what I had been
fantasizing about for so many years. Taking a deep breath, I dialed the phone.
