the sex.

i slept funny and now i have a sore neck. hopefully it won’t take two weeks to unkink itself like last time.
so, my lovely buttercup wants wild sex stories. and, although i’d love to oblige, i have none. nope. not a single, solitary one. the closest i’ve gotten to wild sex was what joe and i did in the driveway one chilly november afternoon in worcester. that wasn’t even sex, just a wee bit of mutual masturbation (sorry, heather… i don’t think i told you about that, even though you almost caught us).
i have a great sexual fantasy life and i desire a ream of kinky, taboo, bi-sexual things, but i’ve yet to get a chance to fulfill them. i have to be truly comfortable with someone before i’ll go whole hog and let the slut in me out. i suppose i haven’t had time enough with any one person to get that comfortable. that’s not entirely true… i got pretty freaky with paul. no wonder i want talk to him again.
too bad i missed national naughty fantasy day yesterday… i’m suddenly feeling warm and expressive. *dreamy smile*