Ask And Ye Shall Receive... You Idiot
Yesterday, in a fit of silliness and in a shameless display of sexual frustration, I used the phrazes "make a baby,""lounge lizard" and "nympho" in one journal entry. For this I appologise. (Tee hee!) As it is, The Powers That Be decided to grant my request for a hot piece of male lovin'. His voice I liken to the warm sinking of candlelight into dark velvet, his face the lush beauty of Apollo. He pressed against me in the Mac Lab, volunteering the use of his own computer, breathing softly in my ear that he liked women older than himself. ...Yes... I was being seduced by... Loren's younger brother.
And worse, I was tempted.
So now I stand before you, (in electronic flesh,) repentant and cast down from the heights of could-be sensual luxury. I stand before you with my eyes cast to the floor, head bowed and cheeks flushing. ...And a small wicked smile playing upon my lips, hidden by my curtain of hair.
Thank you Derek H. You made my night, even as I am crossing my ankles in wild denial-of-the-flesh abandon. Whee!