sight isn’t always necessary

I don’t really care if anyone’s reading this today, cuz I’m feeling careless and reckless and apathetic. And insanely horny – don’t know why really, but for the past… year I guess… I’ve been an insatiable hornball. I was the same way back when I met Craig, and before that for a while too… I had a few years of depression there – oh yeah, and then a baby too – and I think now I’m making up for the lack of great unending sex during those years. I’m way too young to have missed any opportunities for an orgasm. Craig says I need a cure (he says that while whipping out… oh I’m sure you get the picture) – but I’m pretty sure that I know what the cure is, and it’s sex in any way I can get it, whenever the urge strikes. Sometimes the urge strikes at work, sometimes the urge strikes when Craig’s working – this presents a problem. Especially at work, since I’m quite aware that several of my coworkers find me attractive – I turn into a little cat in heat around them! Sheesh.

Fuckin’ penises. Why oh why do they have to be so much fun to suck on?

TMI, you say? Fuck yourself! (It’s fun.)