A: oh stop.
Me: :-)
Sorry.. A: nothing that years of climbing can't sculpt
Me: Mmm...
A: usually, when I say stop, I don't mean it.
Me: me niether
A: i don't take flattery very well
what I need to say is
THANK YOU VERY MUCH
that's how fucked up I am
Me: You should!! It's a fantastic ass. If you can't receive flattery, how are you going to get enlightened and receive the entire Universe??????
A: lol
Me: That is the Ultimate Flattery
becoming everything
Anyway, flattery implies a lack of truth. I'm not lying
So, receive it.. A woman's heart has to give
A: :-) thank you. :-)
Me: That's better! Very good...
A: back at ya: you gots nice curves.
Me: :-) Thank you.. Glad you noticed. I'm rather proud of my curves.
A: noticed? duh. couldn't help but...wow...10 seconds!! [talking earlier about how often people apparently think about sex]
Me: You're great at getting me out of my head..
A: hmmm... if not in your head... then pray tell... where???
Me: Ah, um, phew! Um.. Elbows
A: hehehe
hehehe
hehe
hehe
hehehehe
Me: ;p
A: i suffer too much monkey mind.
Me: LOL.. That's not a bad thing.
A: that's why I like climbing. extreme focus and huge physical engagement
So, Mr Cunt-teaser arrives somewhere between 5.30 and 6pm tonight. I woke up really wet this morning, like, really wet. Juices dripping down my thighs. I am so nervous, I will be a wreck later. Spent some extra time in the bathroom this morning, shaving my legs, etc. Am also using a pantyliner today, in case I don't have time to shower before A arrives, as no doubt I'll be wet most of the day. I generally get home at 5.30. I might have to make him wait while I shower.
Damn, this better happen! If it doesn't, I think Friday morning I might spontaneously combust, otherwise. Perhaps that's what happens. People just burn up, because of intense lust...
He's into shamanism, I might have mentioned. He made a spider web last night, and hung it from his ceiling. I asked what he was hoping to catch? "Something other than flies..." I swear this is true, at that very moment, a spider ran across my keyboard!
I am feeling sad, and also recognising the fact that I am not missing Husband, or giving him much thought at all. I sat in prayer and meditation last night, and just asked that if all this is wrong and shouldn't happen, that there be some kind of thing happen to stop it, some Divine Intervention, because I am just not capable of putting the brakes on.
And I'm not even Catholic, so where does all this guilt come from? I have been plagued by it all my life.
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