Hot Sex and Bob Dole

(This will be incredibly brief, as I only have a minute before I have to run)

I told my co-worker today that I was having a Bob Dole Hair Day. When she asked what that was, I explained that today my hair was boring, limp, and there was an ink pen stuck in it! Hey, at least I thought it was funny.

As for the hot sex, guess what the hub and I had time for last night? My goodness! I am considering actually creating a new blog documenting all of our escapades. I am sure that other people in America have an intimate life comperable to ours, however, I still think it's the stuff that dreams are made of. Of course, if I did this, I would publish it oh-so-anonymously. I wouldn't advertise it or anything, but I would like to see the response I could get.

I love good sex. I thrive on it. Since my divorce, I actually had very little bad sex. I had some mediocre sex, and some slightly bland, but I can only think of one partner where I look back and think, "Ugh. What a waste of time. I could have vacumed my car!" So, I feel pretty lucky. I had some really good sex in those three and a half years before my husband, too. I can think of some nights that I will remember even after I am so old I cannot hold my water, and I got to learn a lot. But, now, for me, sex is no longer about learning, it's about sharing. Discovery is always wonderful, but you take too experienced-enough people and place them on the Isle of Discovery, and watch some amazing things happen.

Now girls pay attention: Last night, I had so many intense, extended, melt-together orgasms that I could not stop, and I had to beg the hub to put an end to my ecstasy. How many women out there can relate? I know my mom couldn't, and I can think of a couple of buddies that would have eyes wide open and gaping mouths about now.

It's not that I am bragging, I am merely about to explain my next point: Today I was walking on clouds!!! I walked around work with this dreamy smile on my face, and it seemed to put the wiggle back in my walk. Sensuality is sensuality, and I needed a big jolt to revive me. I wasn't walking a marathon to print errors and fax pages, no, not today. I strolled, grinning and smiling at everyone that dared to pass my swinging hips. Ahhhh...bliss.