sometimes she (wants to) get loose

*i took this post down, but a terrifically sexy emailed photo convinced me to put it back up*

salesman don's showing me his extensive sampling of nipple clamps- "this one's got rubber padding." "here you got pressure control." "you need something that vibrates?" - when i realized that don't want to give these clamps as a joke gift. no, i want to show up, clamp 'em on him, climb aboard, pin those hands above his head, and kiss him rough before giving him what he's got coming... but then, like the blond girl in the popular joke series, i become distracted by a shiny object. a couple, shopping for erotic toys nearby.

i'm instantly, swoonily crushtastic over them. "oh, look, they're buying a double headed dildo." "i hope they make out right here."

but that's the kind of weekend it's been. like spring fever's come late. or jungle fever's come early. or cat scratch fever's right on time. stray breezes rippling through my skirt leave me flushed and a tingle. stray comments from strangers leave me fishing for my phone number. imagine a virgin minutes before the a-bomb destroys the world, and you've pretty much got the feeling. how tough could it be? a young girl, lacking major deformity, having sufficient boobage, and very little gag reflex, to find a little love-like-action in the city of angels?

i'll ask you this. what happens when you want something too badly, so badly you can taste it, so badly you push for it? you end up screwing yourself.

which is pretty much what i did.