*sigh*

I need to post in here more.

I've been thinking about why I don't so much... a lot of it's my current living situation, which I hate more and more by the day. A lot of it is still me being bruised in the sexmeats by the past little while. Having three lovers drop completely out of your life within the space of three months will do a number on anyone, even if you could see it coming, even if the reason they're gone is due to your own will. There are still holes where they once belonged. And Kittyboy is still in MA, where I haven't quite managed to get back to yet. Well. Actually right now he's on a business trip, which oddly enough makes it worse. You would think since either way I'm not getting to be with him it wouldn't matter where he is, but it does somehow. Gods I miss him - the way he smells, the way his neck and throat feels under my lips, the way his hair feels whispering over my belly as he kisses his way down to the hot slipperness between my legs, that insanely kissable mouth of his... moving day can't come soon enough, and apparently neither can I.

I was watching Cathouse on HBO last night while playing around on the internets... Wow. I always joke that if prostitution ever became legal out east I'd switch careers in a heartbeat. Years ago I was on and off writing a collection of short stories that took place in a brothel. But yeah... I'd totally start a brothel up, lol. The funny thing is, I know a lot of folks that would actually help me out with that...

It's been thunderstorming a lot lately, which has been especially torturous for me because electrical storm = sexual overdrive. Goddamn having to behave myself.

That's kind of all really...