I will not claim to be a Salvador Dali in any shape orform but it gave me a chance to express my love for women. I would takesome of my art markers an... have one of my lovers at the time get naked andlay on the bed. I would draw designs on them for a couple hours or so.Each time, drawing something different, releasing parts of theirpersonality on them and sometimes mixing it with mine depending on both ofour attitudes or feelings at the moment towards one another. To mepermanent tattoos or. These sessions had been going on for a few months when Zina started asking me questions about things she had overheard other girls talking about – sex related things. She had tried talking to her mother about them, but had been told that they had nothing to do with her. Her mother told her when she married her husband would teach her all she would need to know. So began her lessons in sex education. I gave her all the mechanical details of reproduction and had her read a book on the subject as. I sat on this huge antique bed that was so soft, I sank into it nearly a foot deep. It was so comfortable that I just laid back and stared at the ceiling daydreaming about what may be ahead on this bizarre Saturday afternoon. I was going to make a lot of money, so I shouldn’t be worried, and Mr. Briggs seemed like a very nice gentleman. I got up and headed for my bathroom to see what was laid out for me. I opened the door. “Holy shit,” I whispered. This bathroom was almost as big as my living. Lucky man; lucky girl!Although I’m ashamed to admit it, but watching their private, intimate, sexual moments together, so close and so beautiful, is such a turn-on that it’s extremely hard to ignore them. It is also exciting for me when I meet them as they’re both extremely nice to me and they don’t know that I’ve watched them or what I do while watching. It’s my little secret.As for the young man in the other apartment, I watch him undress just after he gets home each evening and I can see him.