I awoke with a spring in my step, colour to my cheeks, and all sentences however innocent were brimming with innuendoes. Even ladyplays were hot and steamy rather than just about the end-of-day release.
Men are everywhere, attractive men, men I am attracted to.
I can't help but notice and evaluate crotches and fantasise about those crotches and my hand/mouth/ladygarden*... I'm like a walking 1970s erotic film, "Oh the postman is here, he wants me to sign for his package...".
Oh dear.
*Ladygarden...? Why can't I just say pussy?!
Why not? Because otherwise Ladygardening wouldn't exist as a word.
ReplyDeleteI had the same problem walking down Regent Street yesterday. Ladies, ladies everywhere, but nothing to drink!
ReplyDeleteHappy hunting.