So much for going out.
Sunday, December 31st, 2006| I could be out. Dressed up. Dressed sexy. Cleavage. Fishnets and heels showing off my short, but shapely, legs.
Drinking, tipsy, laughing. Ok, probably more like giggling. Am I alone, flirting? Or with someone I’ve arranged a date with? Either way, I’m being seduced. Hands caressing my ass, drawing me closer to dance. I press close to his body. Turning around. Rolling, never losing contact. I press my buttocks into him, feeling his hardness. That is such an erotic sensation. Knowing that my body is turning his on. And I rotate my hips, to arouse him even more and to feel every inch myself. Kisses. He wants to leave. Go to the room. But, I love the anticipation as much as the actual event. So, no. We will whisper to each other about what we wish we were doing right now. What we *will* be doing later. The anticipation builds. My clit throbs…. But, dammit. I’m here. Home. Alone. It’s not anyone’s fault other than my own. I’m just getting over a cold. I didn’t want to go out while my nose is all red. I have New Year’s resolutions, too. Kind of. I am GOING to get my posessions in order. In other words, I have an extraordinarily messy room that needs to be fixed. I’ve gained weight in the last few months that makes me feel very dumpy. I’m gonna fix that. Try to be healthier in general. I quit smoking 10 months ago, so what the hell? I can do all this other stuff, too. It should be a snap! Damn… this is kinda good wine… |