Call me Daniel. In the late summer of 1978, at the age of 24, I was
what could be fairly described as a “reformed computer geek”. I only
realize this now, looking back at pictures of myself at the time. An only
son of fairly strict but loving parents in a large Southern state, I had
found myself well employed …
I lay on my bed in the dark, typing. My husband, via my Apple laptop computer, kept me company. With my hips elevated on three pillows, my thighs spread as comfortably as I could get them, and my rectum practically filled with KY lubricant, I still ached. “This is crazy,” I wrote. He came back: […]