DOES IT MAKE YOU HOT?

To read what I have to say? To hear the things I have to tell you? To think about someone being hot almost all the time?

It makes me hot to think about being hot ... to think about fucking ... to think about the heat, the sweat, the intensity ... the passion, the lust, and the focus.

And it's there. Just below the surface--I can't go around baring it all day. It would freak out the neighbors of our very proper upper-middle-class neighborhood (except for some I know, and even then some find it can be too much information for them)! Oh well, I'm content keeping it close to me--especially between my legs.

Did I tell you yet about the live sex show in Amsterdam and the guy in the gorilla suit that had a very long penis on it? That I put between my legs? And being mauled by the gorilla? And grinding up against him? No? I promise I will :-)