Tonight....

Tonight is the last night I'll be spending at my friend's house.  I got a little melancholy last night.  But just a bit.

Keith sent me a lovely instant message.  Wonderfully, tragically romantic.  Don't ever let him tell you he can't write.  Or that he's not a romantic.  He's both.

I got to thinking about my desire to have a local stud to whose services I could call on as needed.  What a delight it would be to watch a house and have the freedom to have my lover come eat dinner with me or... of me.  Someone to relax and snuggle with away from home.  To play house, knowing it would only last a few delicious days before life we both returned to normal life again.

Can you imagine if I had posted that kind of invitation on Craig's list?  Can you imagine the types of responses I'd get?

But of course, the entire time I was imagining Keith draped across the couch in his white t-shirt.  Waiting impatiently for me to finish watering the plants or whatever chore I needed to do before I could spend the rest of the evening wrapped in his arms, tasting his skin....

So much to do, so much to see...

A photo from our recent trip to the lake.

I'm still looking for great things to do.  In a sense, my life will be on hold for a week while I stay at a friend's place, watching their cats and home.  I've never actually done this sort of thing before, and it'll be weird to be a few mere miles from home but not actually AT home.

You'd think this would be a great opportunity to hook up.  But I think that might be a very, very bad idea.  I'd absolutely do it if I had a guy I already knew.  Right, Keith?  Damn you for being so far away.  Damn ALL the men I've adored for being so far away.  You all suck.

So it'll be a week of lazing around someone else's house.  I'm pretty sure I'm going to bring my computer over so I can have something to do.  Otherwise, I might go CRAZY.  Can't live without the 'nets.

Ch-ch-changes...

God I hate that song.

So my life has been changing a lot again.  They say you change a lot in your 20's and in your 30's you finally settle in.  Apparently I'm about 10 years behind my peers in this....

I spent the day doing a photography workshop.  It was a gift from a friend.  I haven't gone to a "class" in years and certainly nothing like this.  I left the house feeling great anxiety but since I arrived almost an hour early, I managed to relax by the time class started.  And oh my god.  The teacher.  Man.  He was charismatic AND hot.  I had to keep myself from following him around the entire day.

I ended up befriending a fellow classmate, a guy who had at least a few years on me.  He'd have done me, if he had the chance.  I might have even considered giving him a chance.  Turns out, these workshops are great places to hook up!  But other than some vague flirting, he never bothered to make a move and I wasn't interested enough to make one of my own.

It was awfully nice meeting people who had the same sorts of interest as I, and there was a real variety of people there.  I had a lot of fun!

Tomorrow, I'm going for a hike to a lovely lake.  We'll spend the day there, swimming and relaxing.  An ultra-mini vacation.

My life is changing.  I'm becoming a more interesting person.  I think this all bodes well for the future....

Hey! A milestone!

As it turns out, this is my 1,002 post.  I'd have thought I'd write more.

So you want to know if I'm going to be posting more?  The answer is... well... unlikely.  I still don't have anything but fantasy to talk about.  Fantasy and masturbation.  Which in a sense is fine... but (in my opinion) is best for filling in missing action... you know... like in real life.  But not as a main meal, even if it's the only thing I've been surviving on for far too long.  Frankly, unless I start banging some other guy, I probably won't be writing much about a sex life (don't hold me to it).

As to Husband, he's not doing anything with himself right now.  However, he has an appointment with a doctor in the coming month and I'm hoping they'll put him on an antidepressant and... then maybe his libido will be even less than it was!  Ha ha.  Wait, this is not going to work out like I'd hoped....

Meanwhile, I've pretty much been continuously wet for several days.  The fact that I'm reading a lot of erotica is certainly helping with that.

Ooh, new blogginess

They've updated the blogger templates.  I like it!  A lot!  Much more personalizable without having to know cascading something or other and html.  Great for folks like me who probably have no business writing, anyway.

There isn't too much going on.  I think that's the theme of my blog for the last several years.  Hello, how may I bore you today?

I spend a lot of my time reading, now.  Mostly on my ipod with kindle app.  Oh, how I love those two things.  I adore having instant entertainment wherever I go.  It's no iphone, but you know... I'll manage.

There's a guy at work who has me somewhat entertained, lately.  I'm not the fun, flirtatious girl I used to be.  I value my job too much for that, and I assure you that kind of behavior would lead to some serious issues.  However, he's a young-ish, fun, masculine kind of guy.  The kind of guy I never see, at my work.  So even though I dare not flirt with him in even the gentlest way, I'm so very pleased to at least have the pleasure of being around him.  Yay, an attractive guy!

Of course, I suppose my pleasure at spending time around him comes from the slim pickings.  Otherwise... well, no, I'd still look twice.  He's great.  Anyway.

Husband and I still ain't doin' it.  However, I'm getting back toward that almost desperately horny state that led to so many of my other adventures.  Somehow, antidepressants and birth control be damned, my body wants what it wants.  The longer I go without sex, the less I worry about it.  But at the same time, I DO have needs.  And I have some KY his and hers that's waiting for testing.  Is it really that great?  Inquiring minds want to know....

So long

Being on the pill.  Boy.  It sure does its job.  I'm really not in any danger of getting pregnant when I never really want sex.  Good times.  Except, of course, when I go off it for the week.  And then I'm starving.  I start casting my eyes toward craigslist and fantasizing about Keith.  I had a sex dream about Martin, which was unexpected.  He was a fairly important part of my life just those few short years ago, but he's pretty much not intersected with me since before we moved away from the east coast.  The dream was unexpected but kind of fell into the "normal" sex dream thing for me.  No cock.  Although in the dream he was actually inside me, it just wasn't enough stimulation.  Kind of life real life.  Oh, snap.

I think I ended up reading a good portion of my archives tonight.  Thinking back fondly on the years I spent working with hot military boys and flirting my ass off.  I actually got damned good at that flirting stuff.  I never get to do it anymore, since I mostly work with unattractive men and lesbians.  And of course, since I really like my job I don't want to give the wrong impression.  Which is to say the right impression.

I miss the confidence and the fun I had back then.  It's hard to believe all the fun and games ended almost five years ago. I hear all good things must come to an end, but that's a real shame.

Husband and I have been doing a lot of activities lately, outdoors.  Nothing kinky.  Hmm.  But that could change, now that I think about it!  Anyway, so we've been getting out of the house a lot more lately than we ever used to.  The weather has been really poor the last two weeks and things have been really busy at work so I've been locked indoors far too often, lately.  I'm getting stir crazy!  That's part of the problem, see.  All that flirtation and fun and fucking (lots of f's there) was exactly what I'm craving.  Come winter, I might be in big trouble.  I might finally need to find myself some fine-ass man to keep me busy.

It's hard to imagine that it's been this long since I've been properly laid.  Give me a week and I'll be less concerned about it.  But for tonight, it blows my mind!

By the way, Craigslist?  Slim pickin's.  I forget how damned picky I am....