When I was a schoolboy and was given my own room, I established the Republic of Rumia with myself as sole inhabitant and Supreme Dictator General For Life. Rumia was where my imagination was fertilised, where my toy animals became a reserve forest, where my cars had a highway built for them, and where I was king, rebel, police, pirate...anything I wanted to be. Rumia disappeared when we moved away to a smaller house. It is for me the natural name for my blog.
I cannot wait for you to pull me off my bed run your finger through my spine open me and plunge right in; tensed I wait for your wet finger to touch me. Grasp me Fondle me beloved before I return to spend an eternity on the bookshelf.