I decided to wash the sheets. I should have done this before. It would have filled out the load. Oh well. They’re washing now. In the closet I found a second set of sheets, which I put on the bed. These are a nice pale blue and very soft. Maybe these are the good sheets. I should probably wash them first, but they seem to be fresh enough.

These sheets kind of remind me of another memorable fuck. Or I should say two memorable fucks. It was the time Logan rented us that beach house. One afternoon he also rented a little boat. Logan arranged to keep it overnight so we could go out at night. There was a beautiful full moon and the water was calm. Of course we needed to make love. It was a little awkward at first getting arranged, but eventually we fitted ourselves together, with me kind of sitting atop Logan. It was so peaceful. We just kind of drifted along. My come kind of came out of nowhere. It’s amazing when orgasm sneaks up on you like that. Kind of blew me away. The night air and the moonlight and everything must have intensified the pleasure. About the time my orgasm was ebbing, Logan’s began, and that set me off again. Eventually we both settled down, drifting off in a kind of peaceful oblivion.