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Now that hasn't happened in a while
Aug. 3rd, 2009 02:19 amDear fates, methinks it's going to be one of those autumns.
Every three years or so, starting around late August and lasting into November, it's like my world is drenched and drizzled and saturated in sex of all stripes. Now this is by no means a bad thing, nor am I complaining, but it does make me rather shake my head in disbelief when it happens... gracious. One never quite expects to be living the filthy fantasies only read about in certain corners of Waldenbooks and Hudson News Book Corner after all.
Kittyboy is on the prowl hardcore tonight, which makes the fact that he's across the country frustrating as hell. I've seen him keyed up to the point of horny incandescence before - the first time we had sex he was coming off a six month drought, which made that afternoon quite intense. But this, and therefore he, is a different beast altogether; I have never yet had him go this far in the opposite direction with me. Tonight he is a ball of raw red snarly, which of course does fantastically bad things to my own libido in response and makes me want to tempt and tease the beast rattling the cage until it bursts loose, rabid and hungry, and devours me. *shakes head* We're not exactly cybering, but the IMs flying around tonight are definitely necessitating a changing of the drawers.
I am making some nebulous, yet nefarious plans, speaking of which. They may involve recruiting some help, tying Kittyboy to my bed, and tormenting him until he begs for mercy. Or they may not. We'll see....
Every three years or so, starting around late August and lasting into November, it's like my world is drenched and drizzled and saturated in sex of all stripes. Now this is by no means a bad thing, nor am I complaining, but it does make me rather shake my head in disbelief when it happens... gracious. One never quite expects to be living the filthy fantasies only read about in certain corners of Waldenbooks and Hudson News Book Corner after all.
Kittyboy is on the prowl hardcore tonight, which makes the fact that he's across the country frustrating as hell. I've seen him keyed up to the point of horny incandescence before - the first time we had sex he was coming off a six month drought, which made that afternoon quite intense. But this, and therefore he, is a different beast altogether; I have never yet had him go this far in the opposite direction with me. Tonight he is a ball of raw red snarly, which of course does fantastically bad things to my own libido in response and makes me want to tempt and tease the beast rattling the cage until it bursts loose, rabid and hungry, and devours me. *shakes head* We're not exactly cybering, but the IMs flying around tonight are definitely necessitating a changing of the drawers.
I am making some nebulous, yet nefarious plans, speaking of which. They may involve recruiting some help, tying Kittyboy to my bed, and tormenting him until he begs for mercy. Or they may not. We'll see....
