how do i rage at myself for being so stupid????? beating myself up is useless... i have called myself a fool all day....
there are soft giggles
in my heart, mind and sweet mouth
when i think of you.
fingers slide softly
as i think of your hard mouth
taking mine over.
wings and fries (leftovers from my freezer... did you know that you can freeze five guys fries and then cook them in the oven? they are not quite like fresh but you still get that awesome taste.)
more coffee.... MUCH more.
raindrops form puddles
on warm, welcoming bareness.
drink me if you dare.
we could have a girl's night of skinny dipping!!! lol...
some time ago i had to live in a hotel for an extended period of time. i was working seven days a week, 12-14 hours a day. one night when i was super tired i was awakened to the sound of the bed next door hitting the wall and lots of moaning and asking for faster, harder, more. it made me pretty darned mad.
maybe you need to check out the insulation if you want to have sex at a hotel... or let being quiet make it more sexy... kind of like sneaking around.
i am giving the crushes up.... too hard on the system. can't you see me as a hard-hearted bitch? i think i am ready.