Ain't Nuthin' but a Horn Dog
I have two weeks until The Mister and I can engage in connubial bliss.
El Doctoro must first check out my girly bits, give me a wink and thumbs up, and send me back into the front lines of unbridled Hot Wet Monkey Sex. I can't wait.
I've been having very lifelike dreams since the surgery. Mostly sexy ones. The one last night involved me as a porn star with one of those CPR dummies at full mast. I woke up drippy and confused...how could I run the camera AND star in the damn film?
It doesn't help that I have become unfortunately addicted to stupid reality tv shows where sex seems to be the main ingredient.
Plus now 19-year old boys are starting to get my juices flowing. I'm so ashamed.
And so gooshy.