H Anonymous
Hi. My name is DIT and I am horny.
I don't know what has come over me. I'm horny all the time. It is getting to the point where I am embarrassed by my own thoughts and reactions to people and events. Now, my logical side is telling me that all women in their mid 30s are in their sexual prime. I'm okay with that. But I feel like this. . . . horniness is getting out of hand.
It all started during my 32nd year. I began to find men's butts sexy. I never paid attention before. Then it escalated to their muscular arms, just the arms. I found such saliva inducing satisfaction in looking at a well formed bicep. Lawd, help me!
Now, anything and almost everything gets me all hot and bothered. Okay more than bothered, I'm irritated. I know that the combination of my age with my workout routine and my lack of sexual companionship has left me. . . . . running for dollar days on batteries at Target. I'm just a mess!
This past weekend, I attended a concert that featured - among others - New Edition and Maze featuring Frankie Beverly. I got through New Edition without howling at the moon, but when Frankie Beverly approached the stage dressed in all red, I told my friend that he really gets me so hot and wet. That 59 year old gray haired silky soul singer brother had me chomping at the bit. Sweet Jesus!
What have I become? Age no longer matters. I find sexiness and beauty in so many different types of men that I no longer have a "type". Someone tell me: When will this end?!
I need a break. A long, hot sweaty break. . . . . See what just happened. Someone save me from myself! Pleeeeaaaaaaaase!
I don't know what has come over me. I'm horny all the time. It is getting to the point where I am embarrassed by my own thoughts and reactions to people and events. Now, my logical side is telling me that all women in their mid 30s are in their sexual prime. I'm okay with that. But I feel like this. . . . horniness is getting out of hand.
It all started during my 32nd year. I began to find men's butts sexy. I never paid attention before. Then it escalated to their muscular arms, just the arms. I found such saliva inducing satisfaction in looking at a well formed bicep. Lawd, help me!
Now, anything and almost everything gets me all hot and bothered. Okay more than bothered, I'm irritated. I know that the combination of my age with my workout routine and my lack of sexual companionship has left me. . . . . running for dollar days on batteries at Target. I'm just a mess!
This past weekend, I attended a concert that featured - among others - New Edition and Maze featuring Frankie Beverly. I got through New Edition without howling at the moon, but when Frankie Beverly approached the stage dressed in all red, I told my friend that he really gets me so hot and wet. That 59 year old gray haired silky soul singer brother had me chomping at the bit. Sweet Jesus!
What have I become? Age no longer matters. I find sexiness and beauty in so many different types of men that I no longer have a "type". Someone tell me: When will this end?!
I need a break. A long, hot sweaty break. . . . . See what just happened. Someone save me from myself! Pleeeeaaaaaaaase!
posted by Diva In Training | 7:04 PM
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