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Each problem that I solved became a rule which
served afterwards to solve other problems.
- Rene Descartes
It’s been missing for a month or so now.
Oh don’t worry, my sex drive is still in fine shape. The little cache of toys I’ve amassed over the months has been worked out (and in, and out, and in again) many times over since my mojo went AWOL. It’s only my desire for sex with other people that seems to have gotten lost somewhere along the way.
I had a lil pegging date the other night, a pegging date that ended up canceled in part because of an ill child, but mostly because I just didn’t have the heart for it.
Single bi- girls get oodles and scads of attention, not only from men but also from couples eager to live out the fantasy of bringing another woman into the bedroom for their husband’s (and their) amusement.
I’ve gotten quite a number of requests for this sort of thing, both from people I know and from perfect strangers. Eventually I removed any reference to couples from my dating-site profile so as to avoid at least some of these requests. I just don’t have the heart to be a very good plaything right now.
I’m not sure I ever was a very good plaything.
All corners have counseled me to get back on the fucking horse and ride off into the sunset (or at least ride ’til it’s broken and exhausted), but right now that doesn’t sound very appealing.
What does sound appealing is quiet, and my little family, and work. Staying at home and working sounds much better to me most nights than does gettin’ nekkid and rubbing my bits against someone else’s pieces.
I suppose it’s not surprising that I need a short break from nakedity. I was just about as naked as I could possibly have been in my last little foray into dating, and that didn’t end so well.
Some of that was out of my control, but the rest? Clearly some of my actions and attitudes need to be examined if I don’t want to make the same mistakes again. And I most certainly don’t.
A man sent me a really nice note the other day, and attached to it were multiple pictures, none of which were of his junk! How cool is that? There were no junk pictures, and no car pictures; for anyone to send multiple pictures of things other than dicks or wheels is quite an accomplishment indeed.
Instead he sent images of his face, his torso and his hands. In the picture of his hands he was holding an 18v drill-driver. Whoa. Strong male hands holding a power tool. There’s not much hotter.
My mojo peeked around the corner, but before I could hit “respond” to this potentially interesting man’s message, it had scampered capriciously off.
Soon enough it will be back, I’m sure.

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