Yeah, ok, I’m allowed to bitch and moan a little now and again. Some of my friends have been bragging about their various conquests lately, and here I am in a relationship. Who’da thunk it – that I would eventually be brought to my knees by someone – anyone – and give up my roaming and carousing ways for life of domestic bliss? “You’ve been tamed” they’re telling me. I have to agree. I do love her, and even though she’s been busy with work for a while now, too busy to pounce on me like a ravenous beastie, I can deal. I have a selection of toys to take care of things until she has time for me again.
However, I can’t control my dreams. Last night I had yet another dream about sex. My memory of it now is a bit jumbled and chaotic, but it was something of a punk bodice-ripper. When I woke up I was damp, and I laid there and finished myself off.
My birthday is coming up. I need some new toys. The ones I have are getting worn out….
*sigh*