Whew chile, I HATE IT HERE!!

Nobody told me it was going to be deep like this. Seems like I turned the big 4-0 and my body did a spin like the girl’s head on the Exorcist. I. AM. HORNY. AS. FUCK!!

Day 4! Straight! Like, why?

Perhaps it would not be so bad if I weren’t in the world of singlehood, and baby, let me tell you, I am over that shit too! I have been petitioning the good Lord something vicious lately. I mean, finding, or maybe I should say waiting, on that special someone that he has for me, and that is a part of his perfect will, has been difficult. I’m doing it though, because I want this next relationship to be one that is solid, full of love, honesty, the best of friendship and one where we don’t give up on each other. I am not desperate and I definitely refuse to just settle for anyone for the sake of having someone; nah, I’m still sitting in the waiting room trying to be absent of an attitude. I’ve been trying my hardest to stay out of God’s business and not start pitching him certain names. Tuh! Being in his permissive will is not the business; that is how you end up with lessons instead of lasting relationships. At least, that has been my past experience.

But right now, my issue is what feels like a daily dosage of clitoral engorgement. Oh, don’t judge me, I’m just being honest. I don’t want to use a toy, been there and thought I did an amazing job of handling the need yesterday, that is, until today at 4:54pm when “she” spoke to me via sensations. I need a full body finessing experience. I need someone who is down for a session with no time constraints, one who can listen to my body and heed her commands without hearing my voice speak them.

Damn, who can I call?

*photo courtesy of Google images