Sunday, January 30, 2005

i hate being sick (who doesn't?)

OK, I'm not gonna get greedy and ask for a hot new boyfriend or anything - I know at my age I should be reasonable with my fantasies. I just want 90 minutes - ok, ok - one hour with this furry stud pounding his big meaty paws into my sore, aching flesh. I'm clammy, sweaty, barely got any sleep at all last night, and look like total crap. I want him to ignore all that , and just give me one hour to help make my body feel better. And before he's finished, the last five minutes, I just want his massive, beautiful body to collapse on top of me while his big arms wrap around me, holding and squeezing me tight, whispering in my ear that everything's gonna be alright.