Tuesday Night~~
They say that men think about sex every 5 minutes. I have asked men i know about that statistic, and they usually nod "yes" but fail to go into any detail. Could it be true? The only thing i can think of is that we women are wired very differently, because, i know I don't think about sex every 5 minutes. Maybe the other part of that is the penis. I mean, we are tucked in...and tuck ourselves in even tighter with panties and pantyhose.To pee can be a ritual in itself, peeling the layers. But a man? He wakes up more often then not with a lovely exclamation mark of his maleness, and every time he moves, feels the weight and swing. I wish, just for a tiny second, i could have one, because it looks like so much fun to play with!(attached, i mean)I am glad i am a woman, though. I like being secret, and protected, and not easy to get to. I have no earthly idea why i even thought of this subject tonight..Maybe it was the ride home from work, the sun a violent tangerine circle, plunging into the coulds. It made me think of passion,of possession, of entrance. I miss Rikk. I hesitate to write this, because i know i am showing part of that secret me, that i don't share. It's too late now. I will write, i will write, i WILL write. Later...