I’m writing a post that I was hoping to publish today. We had an almost Hot Wife experience this past weekend. Even though it was an “almost” it was still fucking hot, and I want to share the story.
However, I’m off to have a full day of fun in the sun after making these sandwiches and slathering sunscreen on the kids (totally in that order, made that mistake only once). I’m not sure when I can make it back to the computer to finish my post, hopefully tonight.
Don’t forget about me please? It pains me that I can’t keep up with the posting I was doing last month. I’m still bursting with sexual thoughts. I’m learning so much about myself. It is so fun to post and then get comments and feedback. It is fulfilling. Without it I’m sort of feeling lost. I miss you guys. I miss reading your posts right when they publish and having fun conversation through comments. Forget having time to personally correspond with people I consider friends via email…sigh. I’m sorry to those people, you know who you are. I’m spread too thin, something had to give. I don’t know how to choose what goes. The blog came first, it is safe, distant yet oh so intimate.