Lust
I'm consumed by it. I'm obsessed with it. I'm overcome by it.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I've always had a healthy appetite for such things, but I'm out of control right now.
I can't stop it.
I can't get enough of him.
I call him at midnight just to have him come over and do me.
When we talk, I watch his lips move but I don't really hear him because I'm thinking about doing him.
I get excited just thinking about it.
I'm in perpetual heat.
Thank heaven he's young and has stamina.
He needs it.
6 Comments:
Dammit, this is how I feel, except I cannot get the guy to make housecalls!
Lucky you...
LOL! I feel bad sometimes for the poor guy. I try to stop myself from calling at all hours just for a booty call. But I just can't help myself.
I could use a housecall!! LOL you go woman!
Lust is a wonderful thing isn't it.
So Geggy. How you doin?
Dweeze!
Imagine how I'd feel if he showed up in a trenchcoat and fedora.
First words out of my mouth?
That was you?
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