I Need It!

Okay, I'm going to try to keep this at a PG-13 rating but, sometimes I may slip up so bare with me.

So, what do I need exactly? I need to be pounded...hard and long for about three hours. I'm not sure why the horniness has hit me so hard (pun intended) lately but it has and it's making me crazy! I'm totally whoring myself around my husband who is totally digging it but really isn't around much (and when he is, he's either sleeping or making a mad dash to work). I hate the graveyard shift! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it! All I can hope for is that, if the need is still there, he'll be around to do something about it on his days off. Otherwise, I may have to rape a pole or something.

I think it's hormonal...yeah, I really seem to blame everything on hormones but I'm for real on this. I'm about two weeks out from my next TOM (Damn, didn't I just have it?!) and I'm ravenous for the chocolate again. I'm trying not to over do it, but I ended up buying one of those gigantic symphony bars the other day. I did, however, space it out over two days so, that's better than swallowing the whole thing down. I'm also killing the cocktails like there's no tomorrow and yep. I'm still working out through all of this (it's a good thing too, or my ass would be as round as a watermelon). Cocktails of choice (just in case you were wondering)? Bahama Mamas, Strawberry Margaritas, Strawberry Daiquiris, Rum and Cokes and Beach Breeazes. I think I've had at least one a night for the past four nights. So, I'm a raging choco/alchy/sex addict. It's sad, really. All of these appetites are insatiable! Hubby should be thrilled!

Hubby's thing is to "eat out" and I totally appreciate it, really I do. (Okay seriously, I really, really appreciate his talent in this area but sometimes, a girl just wants to be boned, you know what I mean? I'm not talking about a little rolling around, I'm talking about multiple positions top, bottom, upside down whatever for about an hour. Is that too much to ask for? We do the toys and stuff, but I much prefer him (when he's there). Otherwise it's like, "What's that for? You're here!" I've been thinking about the aspects of this that are so ironic. Normally, he's the one climbing the walls and begging like a little girl. Last night, I actually held up my strawberry whatever it was I had and said, "I drink because you won't screw me." He laughed...I just stared at him. I wonder if this is starting to frighten him? lol

The aggravating thing is that he called me, yesterday morning and said,
"Be naked when I get home. We can do it now, then when I get up at 2,we can do it again and then before work, we can do it again."

You're wish is my command, but do you think I got my three times? Hell no. I got 45 minutes in the morning and wishful thinking the rest of the day, hence the drinking comment above.

At any rate, if they could bottle whatever this is I'm dealing with up they'd make mad cash and I could live blissfully off the profits. Viagra would go down in history as a fluke and I would summer at the Hamptons or in a chalet in the south of France. Oh, to dream! Here's to everyone getting what they want, how they want it, when they want it and as often as they want it. I lift my glass of strawberry whatever to you!