it’s strange. i could write part three of pool hall right now and i think that it would kind of flow out of my fingers and yet somehow, i’m not feeling it. if i write it now it won’t actually work. i’m not horny enough or something.
okay that isn’t true, i’m plenty horny enough, horny enough that after i finish this i’ll head to bed for a nice relaxing orgasm before i pass out. i’ve been doing that more since i started reading sex blogs. i find that really interesting.
simply by exposing myself to horny blog posts and horny porn story blogs i’ve gotten hornier. i’ve in fact started rubbing myself off more often than i used to.
not to mention? my fantasy life is improving.
and now? now i’ve added a whole new dimension, i’ve started writing my own sex blog. i guess it was inevitable considering that i was reading them right? and holy shit.
this shit is cool. by it’s very existence this blog is making me hornier. shut up, i know that i’ve only had it for a couple of weeks.
but still in spite of the fact that no one has yet popped my comment cherry i’m still aroused just knowing this is here. i sit there at dinner at my best friend’s house and i imagine that someone stumbled by here and is panting and playing with their pink bits right then while i’m having dinner.
and then? of course, i get all wet and distracted and want to find a way to fondle my nipples while i’m devouring dinner.
yeah that doesn’t really work by the way. i’m considering getting some kind of tiny nipple clamps to deal with moments like those actually.
not sure that would help come to think of it.
this is so funny, a couple of years ago i was the least horny person i know… and now? even though i’m not really done this post? yeah… time for *wink* bed.
