If I were a religious woman, I would pray for days like these. Wrapped in my favorite white chenille blanket (which, these days, seems more like a comfort "blankie" than a simple decorative piece of fabric), my hands pressed around the theoretical mug of hot chocolate that I dreamed of a few days ago, my mind anticipating doing next to nothing the entire day... life couldn't get more wonderful than this.

I'm planning a rousing day of closet cleaning, grocery shopping and movie seeing... next week starts that downward decline to the holiday season that spirals me into a constant whirl of activity and stress. Today, however, I am zen. I am peaceful and content. I am serene. And, I need to get laid? Where did that come from?

I was flipping through my "trunk o' naughty" at the foot of my bed last night (my girl had never seen liquid latex... which is a travesty) and the intoxicating smell just sent my senses into overdrive. I haven't been in there in months, and the combination of leather, robe, lubricant and latex that mingled with the sound of chain and sadistic implements rustling just rocked my world. I'm going to be turned on for the rest of the day.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Sunday, November 05, 2006.