I have a seasonal partner. I mean, I'm seasonally having a session with her,
spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

I used to have a web site called "other side of love." I guess none knows that.
Anyway, I met her there.

It's counted three years now.

She has husband, never besotted with me but never forgot me.
We?fve kept that kind relationship last three years.

It must be funny if I call it temperate affair, but I couldn't find
very phrase more than that for our relationship.

I cannot explain well this situation. I just can say the reason of why
we can keep this kind of relationship is we are in the S&M side, though.

I saw every turn of the season by our session rather than temperature changes.

She's coming with thin cool dress in summer.

In winter, she's getting down to me with Burberry's camel color muffler.

The seasonal meeting magnifies our emotion,
and the tumultuous passions turn out our stormy play at the day.

I cannot say it is the memory stuff but, just with a sense of pathos.

Seasonal rush of joy. Surge of excitement coming from innate sensitivity as
just a flash each other.

Not so bad?

Do you care for about this?


Jan. 4, 2000 shadow

translated by Peter Junk