Hello. My name is MommyGeek, and I am a horny bitch.

I got dressed up today because I want to get laid. My inlaws are in town and all I can think about is getting laid. I think I have a problem. And the first step is admitting it, yes? And then the next step is getting laid, right? Oh please say yes.*

Can I trust you? Can I make a full confession here? I love sex. A lot. It’s amazing. I love sex even more now that I’ve found a partner who truly understands my …..exotic tastes. I’ve found a man who can give me multiple orgasms. Who knows just which buttons to push, and how long to push, and how hard.

It fucking rocks.*

Despite what my mother thought, I am not an easy girl. I held firmly onto my virginity until I was 19, and then my first experiences with sex weren’t very great. One guy “surprised” me with a back door entrance (NO!) and another had hair that smelled like dirt. After another called me a broad, I was done. Until I met DaddyGeek.

He made love to me on a Thursday. It’s one of my favorite days of the week. Always has been. He whispered the most wonderful, poetic, beautiful things in my ear, and he truly worshiped my body. (It’s probably the most gentle sex we’ve ever had!) It was amazing. I think of it often.

There was a time, when we had first moved in together, that I lived in his Air Force dorm room with him. We lived in a tiny itty bitty room – I think it was probably 10×10 or 9×10 – but we loved it. We were young (we still are) and in love. Most importantly, we were in lust.

We made whoopie several times a day, every day, for weeks on end. One day he rebuffed my advances, saying in a tiny, pathetic voice – “I can’t do it again. I’m chafing. It hurts!” Poor little guy!*

We had every kind of sex. We had loud sex. Floor sex. Bed sex. Standing sex. Sitting sex. Traditional sex. Quickie sex. Marathon sex.

Oh, the Google hits I shall get.

Now we have two children and a two bedroom apartment. Geeklet’s crib is in our room. It’s hard to find time, energy, and space. Especially when all we want is a little kink.  We manage, just not as often as we’d like. I mean let’s face it – I’ve had two children. No matter how youthful, taut and slim my body was pre-kids, it’s suffered. And though I don’t think I cut too bad of a figure at this point, there are places I’d rather hide. Sometimes I can’t get up the energy to have sex simply because I feel disgusting.

I find it helps if I get a little dressed up. Today I passed on the comfy khakis and plain vneck shirt and went for a nice pair of black business slacks, deep purple tank and cute little gray jacket. I went with heels. I put on a little makeup. I pulled my hair back into a bun. I feel like the Secretary. (Have I mentioned that that the movie that made me realize just how much I enjoy the kink?)  It’s been a little while, but too long however you count it. I need this. I truly believe sex is a critical part of marriage.

His birthday is coming up. A joke was made, but I’m seriously considering it – don’t buy anything for him except a big red bow. My gift won’t be appropriate at the family party, but he’ll appreciate it more than a gift certificate. ::seductive wink::

Today, though. Today I am so damn horny. I hope you don’t see me on Twitter tonight.

*Yup, those are sex puns! You clever little thing.

PS I apologize for the rambling. It’s not my fault. All I can think about is sex. It’s like I’m fourteen. And male.

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