I have been climbing the walls for sex since Bob was here on Sat/Sun. I'm not saying it has anything to do with him in fact I know it doesn't, but it doesn't stop the fact that I have been in heat ever since. I was the queen of porn for two days, I was the queen of my vibrator, I was queen of my hand, I was just plain unsatisfied (although, I satisfied myself just fine) there really isn't any substitute for the fun involved in sex. I must admit, I like when there's a penis involved in my orgasm.

Last night I talked to Bob over text messages. I thought I was just being nice and telling him that he left his sweatshirt at my house. It proceeded to go something like this:
Bob: I don't own a Notre Dame sweatshirt
Me: Oh, my bad. I guess I thiefed it from the party
Bob: Well then I guess you need to be strip searched because you're a bad girl (Bob, do you write scripts for porn, or just quote them?)
Me: Uh, well...I guess I'll talk to you later...I gotta figure out whose shirt this is
Bob: Alright sweetheart, I'll call you tomorrow!
(this was not what I was going for, I just wanted to give his shirt back... luckily I will be out of town tonight)

Then, after lots of hemming and hawing (and a lot of beer) I text messaged D. I purposely went out of town because I wasn't sure I wanted to do it. I'm not even sure why I was so nervous...but anyways, with a little (ok, a lot) of alcohol in me I knew that I wanted to do it. So after a volley of text messages he finally agreed. He picked me up at thitwbar and we headed back to my house.

We sat outside with the dogs, I gave him a tour of the house and then we headed off to my very messy bedroom. It's always a mess but I cleaned it for Matty since he's a neatness freak. Once he was out of the picture I definitely skipped picking up my clothing. I realized that that room is definitely not setting the mood for anyone. But apparently D and I were able to work around it. He didn't lie, as soon as we shimmied out of our skivvies he went down on me. Exquisite torture isn't definition enough. The man has a gift.

The evening was cut short because D had to go to work this morning so he left me a little after one. I would be lying if I said I hadn't wanted a round two--not that round one hadn't been satisfying. I'm greedy.

And so I sit here...with nothing to do, still climbing the walls for sex. I'm actually wondering if I'm a nympho or not. I'm being serious here. It could be a worse problem I guess but nothing is enough right now. I need more.