I shouldn't be ashamed to write about this and maybe it's not shame I feel but it's taking everything I have to continue this. It's not about grandeur or ego-stroking. It's not about fulfillment or uber-climax -it's about a moment in a lifespan when you realize what you are all about. It overtakes you unmercifully and the average guy would just leave it at that, but NO, I have to get it out here and I'm not sure where to start or even how to describe it. We were watching a show on Fox TV, something about a baby and the grandparents and the great grandma and the father who has the hots for a co-worker and on and on. It wasn't what was on the screen that I'm talking about. It was an inadvertent suggestion on my part about scratching her back. Oh sure, I could try to make the point here that it was purely innocent and unintentional but I wouldn't want to mar my credibility by playing the coy card. What matters is that THAT doesn't matter. I deployed my finely crafted touch and orchestrated motions to achieve more than the average pleasure that the act of running one's nails across one's back should produce. These are calculated gestures with the nuance skewed towards eliciting motion, and not MY motion, if you get my drift. Done precisely, the motion resembles a slightly circular motion that just happens to emulate the rhythm of the falling rain, no, rather the circadian rhythm of life according to Onan. Oh I was so proud of myself, accentuating just those areas that intensify the divine motion, the sacred connection of two irrevocably ordained juxtaposeurs that uniquely create this feeling that I am at a loss to describe. Let's just say it happened and my coming out in the open here to admit it probably means it's not in the quintelllas to occur again before the next solstice. But let that be - I am one of the god-given few to even know it exists, let alone actually experience it. Trust me, brother - you could spend every second of your mortal life looking for this intonation and it would be worth the effort. Thank you, SJ, so ever much.