Life has its innate rituals... the way that the seasons always turn at the same time each year, that the gray clouds usually mean rain or snow and that blue skies are absolutely the perfect time for picnics.

In my life, few things are ritualized. I like to keep the spontaneity alive. However, each night that I crawl into bed (warm and naked), I roll onto my stomach. I toss and turn for a bit, mulling over little moments from the day. At some point, either my hand will brush delicate parts or some piece of the bedding will rub me in just the right way and I'm awake.

I can't remember an evening in the last six months that I've gone to sleep pre-orgasm. My head won't let me, my body won't let me... and I've just begun to give in to it. I can't think of many people in my life that haven't made their way into my fantasies. I'm a natural born sex kitten and I learned long ago that my libido can spin out of control if I don't give into it just enough that it feels sated. I walk around with damp pants (which is exactly why I should wear underwear but I just can't bring myself to do it - I don't like the way it feels) most of the day because I get turned on so frequently.

I'm pretty sure that Tom Jones was singing about me.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Thursday, September 28, 2006.