i like sex. not just the act of doing but everything about it. i love to talk about it, read about it write about it and watch it. i have no problems with masturbation… i quite enjoy it.  i love my toys, wish i could buy more. also wish i had a room dedicated to just sex. books, art, furniture… ok, yeah it may sound perverted or even obsessive but it’s not. i mean i won’t go as far as watching people through windows or doing the very very weird stuff or anything illegal… well define illegal before i say that.

people might say it’s unbecoming of a lady to read porn or to watch it. i say what the hell ever! i have a site bookmarked for my literary needs and i just discovered a site that has free porn. it’s kinda slow but it’s free. can’t complain.

i masturbate whenever the mood strikes. sometimes even at work. handicap stalls are my friend! love em! i keep a pocket rocket in my purse and whenever i am feeling a bit um… randy… i go on break and let my fingers do the walking. great stress reliever.

i started writing erotica when i was in the 10th grade, i think. hormones were raging and i had a friend (hey fuller!) that helped me to discover my sexual side. who knew! pretty soon, the things that i wanted to do were being displayed on paper. now i’ve evolved into the writer you see today. folks say it’s nasty but i say it’s in the eye of the beholder. whatever ninjas! people have sex everyday. why can’t i write about it? and it doesn’t mean i’m lacking!

anyway… this was just a rant. sex is on the brain… actually just the dick is on the brain… but i just thought i’d be general. or it could be cause today is hump day. who knows… at any rate, there it is and here i go to read some porn!