by Lisa Jo
Sex drive is still in full swing.
My fantasies are alternating between wild and crazy and intimate and loving. I want both. Right now.
I want sex but I don’t want to be committed.
I want a husband but I don’t want to be married.
I want someone in my bed, but I don’t want him using my bathroom.
I want a passionate getaway, but I have other responsibilities.
I want a first kiss but I don’t want a new boyfriend.
I want to be touched but I don’t want to show my body.
All my parts are aching. I want to stay in bed and play until I’m starving and too weak to move.
I don’t want guilt.
I want so many other things that I’m too embarrassed to write about.
I wonder why my hormones are hitting me now? Why now?
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