I now know why I haven’t written much lately: I haven’t had a proper railing. Mediocre sex does not inspire.
But not tonight! Tonight I’m too exhausted to tell you about the awesome sex I just had, as is my cervix and pussy; my bed is drenched, my nipples sore, and my flanks burning with hand prints.
I’d like to write a book detailing every heated kiss and whispered moan, but I can’t. I can’t. Must rest. Will write later. With a smile on my lips and my body thrumming.