Waning Fully

I can tell it's a full moon.
I feel the pressure.
I am an animal totally unleashed tonight.

Unfortunately, I have been brainwashed by Disney for the last hour. Gotta tell you, that Mary Poppins was a hot chick.

The interview was alright, lunch was better.
I had lunch with an old friend today... *write, delete, write, delete*
I had lunch with an old friend today... *hitting self in forehead.. Delete*
Okay, so what.
Where do I go with this, really... hmmm.

Let's just balls-out on this one should we? Fuck if I can direct any kind of censorship at this point- stupid full moon.

See, no.. I'm pussin' out. Can't do it.

You want to know if I would fuck him, don't you? Probably, leaning toward yes.
But it would have to be in the right venue.. I am not about adultery. No, really.
Besides, we're both happily married average everyday people... With kids for crying out loud. I don't think he "swings." And it's not something you just say over lunch, k?
"Hey, I know we haven't seen each other in like 12 or 14 years; but what would you say about coming over, eating oysters.. Indulging in some fine wine (a lot) and then we could all have sex?"
Yeah. That'd blow off real well.
Did I say blow? I meant GO.
Shit.

Dare I say work in progress... Maybe.

Cool.
Which brings me to the next part of this post, which will give you insight on my torment.
No, not bitching... Just so sexually fucking frustrated I'm about to hammer myself --again.

The last two nights, I have succumbed to the job-interview-need-rest excuse and stifled any attempts at just taking my husband. Sure, in the middle of the night I could sneak it in... But really that's no fun. Contrary to popular belief, I like mine conscious. But I digress..

First night, okay I need sleep; he's right.

Second night, a little agitated... I can meditate it out.

Last night, alright fuck this... I'll do it myself.
So I curl up with my laptop, a good Danish porn, and my alternate. It was enough to get me to sleep, but didn't satisfy enough... I woke up this morning worse off than if I had just dealt with the passion cramps and ate some chocolate.
I got angry with my husband for not putting out. Fuck, I really am an 18 year old male.

This attribute was teased, and tempted to emerge all day long. It was everything I could do to not think about it... On a scale from 1 - 10; 10 exceeding a woman's capability to still act like a woman. I was 15. Red lined. Geared up.

When husband got home it appeared he was in the same frame of mind. This, my gentle readers, is a very good thing. We talked about what I did today, and lunch. Somehow then we got into the topic of threesomes... Interesting visual..

A bit of the past and the present? Shutter *moistening nether-regions*.
Fuck me... I think I just went from 15 to 49.

That was 4 hours ago... And yes; we poked, groped, and gestured each other all night (behind the kids backs of course!). Still having the thought... Past, present, past, present..
Keep visualizing naughty things, no fair...
My restraint only goes so far, as the night went on I found myself thinking of other things... More, sad and gross things... yeah, not working. In one way or another, it all tied back to sex. And good sex, like I would get later... I would get it... *tense*
Alas, I finally had to put some fucking underwear on so I wouldn't leave my DNA everywhere. I haven't been this rambunctious in a long time... Presently at 65 surpassing it quickly.

Having visual again.

Like a good book and a cup of warm milk... I'm going to take that visual of mine.
And go fuck the holy living shit out of my husband.

Excuse me.