Thursday, August 24, 2006

now

it has been two nights, and almost three days, since we've had sex.

not that i'm keeping track.

oh, who am i kidding. sometimes i get so worked up that i cannot sit still at work. i think about it, i daydream, i imagine. i send the bf text messages of what i want to do with him.

and it's not at all even close to the real thing.

my libido is amazing. i crave it right after we do it. and it seems like it's never enough. they say a woman's sex drive peaks at 35? i don't know what i will do with myself when i get there; probably hump in my sleep. as it is now, i'm always waiting for my next opportunity. then i pounce.

the bf has houseguests. do you have any idea what it's like to see the bf and not be able to do it? what does a girl have to do around here to get laid, anyway? i want to be on him.

it is a running joke with the bf that one of us cannot keep up with the other. however, i submit evidence in the form of exhibit a and exhibit b that really, i am the sexual powerhouse in our relationship. you heard me! a force.

note: i gave the bf a sneak peek of this post last night. he moaned, 'soph, don't start...' what? what did i do? blink blink. i wonder if making a guy feel inadequate* in the bedroom is as powerful an aphrodisiac as i think it is.

*disclaimer: not inadequate, in that sense, just missing for the past couple of days. most days, the bf keeps up with me, and that's saying a lot. can you tell how hard i'm trying to dig myself out for fear that i have dashed any chance of making whoopee tonight?! a couple more hours and i'll consider myself a virgin again. oh shit, i'm sure that didn't help.

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