too smart and too horny for her own good
I know I’m not the only cubicle monkey out there who feels like I’ve been having a case of the Mondays since 1999. I am still a pee-on and have minimal responsibility. The few responsibilities I have I execute quickly and precisely so I can go back to the happy thoughts in my head, most of which are highly inappropriate and therefore fantastic fun. Blame it on the A.D.D. Or maybe that’s just my pervy mind, but whatever. My normal day goes something like this:
[Take your hand out of your pants. This is not another steamy post. This is about what went through my head after all the sex.]
We lay panting next to each other. I closed my eyes. My hand lay palm-up on his sweaty chest. His hand rested on my leg. We stayed like that for ages, taking it all in. Our breathing slowed to normal. The music was sexy-slow, perfect. Neither of us spoke. I savored the faint scent of his cologne clinging to my skin, the delicious taste of sugar-coated sex on my lips. The sensuality of it all saturated my senses in a way I hadn’t felt since I was experiencing a guy for the first time.
At that moment I felt the sea-change from down deep. It washed over me and cleared away all the muck that had been collecting for so long.
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I'm Vix, a 27 year-old Texan. After 18 years of private education and 3 degrees, I'm trying to leave the corporate world behind to become a sex/humor writer and novelist. I'm sexy, funny, ugly, raw, and entirely real-- because there's more to me than being a blowjob queen.
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