Horny Week

I’ve spent the week as randy as a 17-year-old left alone in the house with basic cable, Women on Top, and a super-economy size bottle of lotion.

There’s really no rational explanation, although the fact that I got to see my partner after a long separation might have had something to do with it. They say that great sex increases rather than slakes desire, and with the exception of perhaps one lone incident we’ve had only dam’ fine sex.

Maybe some of it comes from the thrilling rush of visitors who have stopped by this week from The Kristen Archives and the resultant time I’ve spent exploring that site. Lots of visitors + lots of erotica = one very horny girl. (If you’ve not clicked over to check out the archives you really should [er, when you have some time alone] though I feel compelled to warn you that all manner of stories reside there, including some that may make even the most open-minded of us blush. Consider yourself disclaimed.)

The fact that I’ve spent time talking to a certain very interesting someone has also wound me up. “You’re going to think this is completely weird,” he told me the other night.

Sporfle, thought I. “Try me,” I told him. “I don’t find much weird.”

As it turns out, the man designs and creates his own sex toys. “This is relevant to my interests,” I said, and proceeded to question him closely over the next hour during which I found out about the years (Years! I love it!) he’s spent researching and building (Building! I so love it!) dozens of variations on the basic idea of a pocket pussy but made specifically for his anatomy. The passion that goes into years of sex-toy experimentation moves me; it moved me right to the bedroom more times than I’m altogether willing to admit. At my insistence, he’s agreed to write a post (illustrated with photos) about this hobby to be published next week. Is it necessary to say that I’m looking forward to it?

And I cannot ignore the additional horniness-inducing contributions of my partner, who even as I write is in the midst of an epic wank session. Stress may kill my drive but apparently it kicks his into high gear, and if anyone’s week could be said to have been stressful it is his. I can’t stop thinking about him getting off. I have a feeling I’ll be thinking about it quite a bit more, later.

Or maybe the horny is based on nothing more complicated than the fact that I’ve watched this video enough times that if it were in VHS instead of digital format it would already have evaporated into a wee puff of ozone.

In any case, I plan to take my body up on its constant, clit-thumping teasing. This weekend I’m going to a party, my first in 2009. If the opportunity arises and the moon aligns correctly with my auras, chakras and spirit guides (read: if the horny continues), I’m going to get naked.

I can hardly wait.