Why, just the other day, I entertained not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR different men via sexting.
I couldn’t help myself.
It was so good.
It all began when I had the BRILLANT idea of finding someone to draw on me with Sharpies.
My mind immediately went to my friend (he’s single) who is an artist who draws these amazing angular, monochrome drawings of people. Talent!
In any case, I texted him my idea and wound up smack dab in the middle of a conversation about how he and his partner broke a spreader bar the other night during a particularly vigorous sesh.
That was when I lost control and started sexting everyone in my phone.
Because you can only sext with friends for so long until they become MORE THAN FRIENDS and I’m trying to keep it platonic.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Too late, I know.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen action of any kind and I have to admit, I missed it.
I felt like I was coming hom to my grandma’s house and her tasty meatloaf and cookies, only grandma’s house was cyber space and the meatloaf was pictures of all my goodies.
Now, I do feel SLIGHTLY guilty about partaking in this naughty activity so thoroughly.
I didn’t just dip a toe in, I jumped in full force and spewed a tidal wave of hormones in its wake.
I literally couldn’t help myself.
Each man was so engaging and so much fun to sext with.
Before I knew it, I was sexting all four and HAVING A BLAST!
Not sure if I plan a repeat performance, but for this time being, I AM ONE HAPPY WOMAN!