Torturing You? It's Killing Me!

As much as I say I need to go get some… and as this in the Sex in OC blog… I have never (please note that occasionally I use this word loosely) been one to just go out and hook up with randoms.

Beach Chic has asked said that nothing more should occur with Mr. Wonderful, as no problems or future drama is needed in our group of friends. I fully get and respect that. Done.

TM and I are def. on the friendship tip now, which is actually a good thing as I would like to be included in his group of hot guy friends when they go out. And again there’s nothing like sex to get in the way of perfectly good friends.

Having said that… I am frustrated. As you may have noticed yesterday. I need some now. And my Emailing Buddy (EB) isn’t helping the sitch. At. All. This is the last time I email any of my friends in that way that don’t live in my state any longer.

I should just stop, but it’s so friggin’ hot to share naughtiness with him over the internet.

Just sent to him:
“I need to start wearing pants to work. I yet again have a skirt on, and again (as you know I have a tendency to wear them short) I just feel the chair below my ass. After writing yesterday that I wished it was your cock.... I can't get it out of my mind. I just imagine sitting here on your lap, then you standing up, bending me over my desk and giving it to me hard from behind.......... that’s what I thought of last night.... just before 'EeeeeeeeeeBeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' escaped from my lips”

My rabbit is going to die, and I am going to be left high and dry wet… with no outlet.

My life is so hard...........