I’ve spent the last two weeks being sick – sinus cold, acute asthma, bronchitis, pneumonia, then a new cold on top of that! Needless to say, that although I’ve spent a lot of time in bed – sweaty and gasping, it hasn’t been sexy fun. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I deserve to feel good. I’m ready for cumtastic times. Bring on the foregasms and the cumintercourse and moregasms for dessert. Yes, I’m making up words because I am that bored and loopy. What else is there to think about?
Surprisingly, being sick doesn’t stop me from thinking about sex. Sex is just a normal part of life. No, I haven’t been turned on, but sex as an intellectual discipline or a philosophy is ever-present. For example, I’ve been thinking a lot about what I wish our society taught teens about sex. (I’ll write about that soon, promise.) I’ve read a ton of vampire smut – or urban fantasy, as we now call it. I discovered that my cunt is incredibly hot when I have a fever and spent some time wondering what it would feel like to fuck me. And I’ve had lots of opportunity to work through a bunch of emotional stuff that helps me both in my relationships and with my self image. Yay for me.
I’m actually on the mend. It’s all a matter of perspective. Soon I will be able to have an intimate moment without hacking up a lung in my sweetheart’s face. Soon I will be hoarse because I’ve been screaming in pleasure. Soon I will be short of breath because of marathon orgasms. Soon I will be able to spend hours giving Joel a blow job. Soon I will have enough energy to try every position in the Kama Sutra. Soon I will have Harold hanging from the ceiling by his… Well, you get the picture. I’m full of positive thoughts for a speedy recovery.
Foregasms, here I cum!