Watching the Neighbours

I know, I haven’t posted anything for ages. And it’s not for want of doing anything. I’ve been whoring around as much as usual. But sometimes you have sex, and mostly it’s good sex, but nothing really makes you want to sing about it, or write about it. Things have been crappy on the family front and the work front has been a bit bleak. I’m not really a porn person, but every now and then I look at those live web cam things where people will do shit for you if you pay them. Yesterday I lucked upon some guy who’d fallen asleep on his watch. That inspired me. A vulnerability that was unaware of itself, the ladder in the thin boxer shorts, the rise and fall of his chest, the one exposed nipple, the way his head just fit into the frame, the complete mismatch of underwear and checked shirt, the desperation and the innocence.

The text is from The Confessions of a Sex Addict, and the voice is the voice of my good friend, Mr Kenneth Sleet.

Watching the Neighbours from Michael Wynne on Vimeo.

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