Dear Dobson,
Have I told you lately that I love you?
Despite having accumulated many friends over the years, I
have always believed you are the one who knows me best. You may view this as a blessing or a curse,
but from my perspective I definitely see it as the former. If you were within arms’ reach right now, I
would grab you in a headlock and reiterate how much ‘I love you, you little
fecker’.
Admittedly, you
might shy away from such overt physicality given that I am full of Penis Grigio
and spicy food. I’m also having a Justin Timberlake half-hour
on YouTube (an homage to your previous blog title), so there are many ways this
scenario could play out...
‘Normal’ life has resumed and, as a result of this, I am currently seeking
solace in the fact that Justin is going to “have me naked by the end of this
song...” My boys have returned home and
my time with The Man is over until next week at the earliest. It’s difficult to postpone desire; not only
the lust driven brand of desire, but also the kind that leaves you wanting more time
to simply be with the person in question, even if you’re only lying au naturel discussing 1970s TV theme tunes.
In part, I suppose sating those lust driven yearnings is where
a vibrator comes in handy, though I will always maintain there's nothing like the real thing baby...
In the five years since splitting with my charming
ex-husband I have managed to work my way through two vibrators. My third is serving me well. The first one frustratingly died on me
mid-session, never to be revived despite spending a fortune on new batteries... RIP #1.
The second death was a much more distressing affair. I had settled down for a mid-afternoon wank
and all was going well until I felt an obvious change in sensation; I paused
and looked down between my legs where I spied two small pieces of pink ‘flesh’
lying on the bed sheets. My initial and
rather anguished thought was that my labia had fallen off, luckily however,
what was actually lying on the bed were the two pink ‘bunny ears’ and not bits
of me... RIP #2.
I think it’s time to go and commend #3 for a job well
done, alongside which, Justin’s going to “give me his heat”. I look forward to that.
Frankie
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