Tuesday, March 23, 2010

"I wanna sex you up..."

I write a lot about sex.

Mostly in the mornings, when I'm at work. I usually tune out the presence of the children, who are forced to be quiet in the mornings. (Thank God for miracles, big and small.) Once I have tuned them out efficiently, I grant freedom to the waves of sensuality and sexuality rolling through me. (I wonder if this is what morning sickness will feel like one day--waves rolling through me all of a sudden, though I'm sure those waves won't bring me the same pleasure.)

Fortunately, people read my blog. Unfortunately, anyone can read my blog. This is unfortunate only because I post updates to my blog on my Facebook... and I have friends on my Facebook whom I don't necessarily want to discuss these sexual waves with. Like my aunts. Or uncles. I'm sure you catch my drift.

Hence, most of my sexual waves are contained in my little purple notebook. The writing is always over the margins (my preferred way of writing in notebooks) and usually alternates between neat cursive and sloppy print/cursive, in different colors, so a quick glance doesn't offer any nosy eyes anything scandalous worth noting.

It's not that I don't want to share these things with you... because I do. But, I must use discretion... just in case auntie decides to read the entry about me getting the sexiest head ever. Go figure that she would read THAT one and no other one...

(I think I might break you off with a couple of samples...)

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