The Over-Educated Nympho

Who knew having casual sex would be so good for my stats? Shiiit. Yesterday I had a new record–1152 hits in one day (cough cough PERVERTS), and judging from the hourly charts it will be even higher today [it was: 1298 hits]. Does this mean I can legitimately say that having sex is good for my writing career? Can I write off lube as a business expense?

So you like the super sexy posts, eh? And all this time I thought you loved me for my brain. HA. All of you would probably stone me if I posted anything else before finishing the Sugar-Coated Sex series, wouldn’t you? But I have good news and I want to write about it!! I GOT RITALIN!! I WANT TO TALK ABOUT MY FUCKING RITALIN!

Oouf. Okay, that was The Pussy. She kicked me from the inside. Fiiiiine I’ll talk about the dirty whore sex. Check back later tonight.

[Oh I feel I should mention that, um, in all seriousness–people with A.D.D. have a hard time finishing things they start. Heh. heh… HEY STOP THROWING SHIT AT ME.]

Jeez, horny people are so mean.

No peeking until you’ve read the rest. Start here.

As of this moment I’ve had two sexcapades with Candyman, one Tuesday night and one last night (and these posts take so damn long to write out properly, which has absolutely nothing to do with how I keep getting sidetracked by my wandering hand). I can’t write about both because it would simply take too long, so for this section I’m jumping forward to what happened last night because it is even yummier and hotter than the first night (even though there was no strip Candyland or sex toys because, well, we started making out in the front hall so the only foreplay last night was going to be of the NAKED. NOW. variety. Just stick with me here, this is some hot stuff even without the toys.

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