One Of Those Days

It really is one of those days. All I can think about sex.

No that's not exactly it.

All I can think about is fucking.

Dear Hubby's tried to help me with this one. And it helped for a little. Sort of took the edge off.

Then I got to work.

It days like this that I want a couple of men to pull me into somewhere dark and dirty and just use me till I beg them to stop and then go right on. I want to be left all hot, sweaty, and messy, with that amazing feeling that I've been taken, used, and tossed aside.

But all I get to see today are old, stodgy white men who wouldn't know what to do if they knew what I really needed. Their idea of hot sex is begging to put the younger slut in the office on the faster path to partnership if she would please just blow them under their desk.

One of the reason why I never did that. I don't respond to begging. I need a firm, rough, controlling hand. One that wants to put me in my dirty little place.

G-d I need....

Maybe there will be something by the end of the day. Or I'm going to go nuts.