Naughty thoughts are taking over...
Rick has been less than amorous these last few days, and quite accordingly, my mind has quickly filled with naughty thoughts.
I had a dream about a fellow blogger last night. lol I can't believe I just admitted that. But I woke up coming hard, my breath momentarily leaving me.
The dream was desperate and hungry, the sex fantastic if not guilt inspiring. I smile every time I think about it, and wonder what he'd think if he knew. lol
Why do we seem to be destined to a sexual partner with a vastly different sex drive than our own? Is it a test? A challenge? Punishment?
I am beginning to feel like a sexual predator, stalking Rick and waiting for a sign to pounce. Its upsetting to be turned down. Rejection hurts in any form. Is this what you men go through? This sucks.
I feel like I need a sex slave. A man on call at all hours, always horny and never rejecting. I'll never have to hunt my prey, the bounty would be mine for the taking.
He would like giving oral sex equally or more than receiving it. He would sense the submission within me and lead me accordingly, not forgetting to leave the perfect reddened imprint of his hand on my ass.
Biting would be encouraged, and the dirtier the talk the better. Yes, I'm you're little slut, and I love it.
Thoughts of a horny housewife may be better left unsaid.