I'm feeling a bit lonely tonight. My fella is out touting for extra photo work (which means hitting a few pubs in Brighton). I could have gone with him but I've had a busy day at a photo shoot and was a bit tired when I got home, so I said no. And now I'm wishing I'd gone. I sometimes wonder, just for a little while, what he gets up to when he goes out on his own. But then he comes in from these 'meetings', usually drunk out of his skull or bombed out and going on and on about this new work he's got, and I know he hasn't been up to any 'naughty stuff'. After all, men can only think of one thing at a time, can't they? So how could he have been with another woman and then talk endlessly about photography? No, his mind couldn't cope with that!
But there's crap on the TV and I've read every mag in the house, so now I'm bored! I even tried writing an erotic story, but it just didn't work out right. I wish I could write erotic fiction like my boyfriend, or like Zani. I try, but I get too horny to concentrate! And as you see from this blog, when I do write about something sexy, my efforts are rather limited. But they are not fiction, they have happened to me, so I suppose that's a plus, lol!
Zani's good though. She's got a blog with some of her erotic writing on (under her other publishing name). Her Aroma Therapy story still makes me wet each time I read it, and I've read it loads of times.
Maybe I'll go and read it again now. And get my Jack Rabbit out to go with it too! Do you know, just thinking about it makes me feel all warm inside, and wet too, lol!
In that case, I think I'll sign off now and go and do something about it. See ya!
