I'm playing Fucked Up Friday Follow today (August 13 ... Friday the 13th) over at One Crazy Brunette Chick because I have nothing else to say today ... am still constipated. And I didn't feel the love or support when I posted this blog about humping ... come on people ... HUMPING IS GOOD!
ohhh sweet humping, how I miss you! I really don't have much to say today except that I'm keeping track of this shit now now because I haven't got lucky in oh so long and I'm kinda in need. T-Bone's the generous type, so really he hasn't gotten lucky in oh so long. I was catered to at about 11pm Wednesday, July 14. And possibly once each weekend before that in July. But if I'm remembering correctly, it's been almost a month since we actually had the sex. And I think this is a problem. Is it a problem? Or am I just a horny nympho whore?
I didn't really have a normal relationship nookie-wise with my baby-daddy given that he usually only tried to score after 3 days of drinking god knows where with god knows who. Call me crazy ... whatevah. Mind you, if I knew I'd be on the prowl this much at this age, I would taken advantage of that shit. Because really, when he sobered up long enough to git er done, it was great. If I decided to go on a drunken tare with him, it was fantastic. Sloppy though .... ummm ... moving on ... Before I was with the drunken boy, I liked doing it, or more accurately, I liked that the boys I was doing it with liked me doing it. And since I split with ol drunky-drunkerson, I have discovered that I'm one horny broad. And that is why I think T-Bone really scored in hooking up with me ... I'm always good to go. Always. Unlike some women I talk to, married and/or in serious relationships, who complain about the drives of their over-eager men. Meaning, they turn that shit down. The fuck!? Why? Who? Huh? What the fuck? I've been on the verge of damn-near begging for the luv. I don't know if it's because T-Bone is just that good at what he does (any reason to brag about the night of 4 times ... or was it five?) or if it's because I'm reaching that prime stage that everyone talks about. Either way, I'd do many o favors to be woken up just once in the middle of the night to a stiff poke in the back. What's over eager anyway? A few times a week? Deal! Makes me wonder why I still spend my hard earned money to keep my hedges tidy. Maybe that's the issue? I do remember while I was letting it grow all 80's like, T-Bone unadmittedly dug it. Hmmm ... I might just put that theory to test. I have 12 free days coming up ... kid-free days. Normally, I'd be going nuts just knowing how much I was going to score in those kid free days. Preparing myself, planning, getting anxious. This time, I have a feeling it's not gonna go down like that. And lately, I don't seem to care as much. And that blows. Not the good kind of blows either. I enjoyed my sex drive. But it's slowly dying and I miss it already.
With a few tricks up my sleeve, or in my pants, for next week, I hope all goes well for me. And for T-Bone. Hey, I'm not greedy. Otherwise, I'll be spending the rest of my summer in the back yard digging a pool just so I can get a pool boy.