rude_ruca

I couldn't believe it. there I was, standing at my framing counter at work, gazing off into the paper isle when it hit me. There I was having a fantasy. It wasn't sexual in any sense. The fantasy stared none other than yours truely, and basically rolling around (yes, nude. Ok, so there was SOME sexual content, but who cares!) in my new 275 thread count, egyptian cotton sheets.

Shit's been such a party foul lately that it seems I have been surrounding myself with comfy and feel good things. Like for instance, today, I bought this new body wash that comes from the extracts of almonds, rose petals and coconuts. It smells like the beach! Most importantly, though, after my fantasy, i realized I'd just had my first real adult moment. It was like, whoa! I am fantasizing about sheets! Give me a hysterectomy and call me menopausal, batman! I feel like an old woman! But you know what, folks, I feel ok about it. I mean, don't get me wrong, I am fueled by sexual desire, it just seems to be taming itself lately, and I am, again, ok with that. It certainly feels nice to be comfy with one's self and surroundings, for once. Now, you'll have to excuse me, it's time to go and enjoy that new body wash!


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