So I have sex with my husband. Once again can't stop thinking about he-who-must-not-be-named-or-thought-about. Seeing his face, hearing his voice, picturing, well, the whole nine yards. Bad bad BAD ImPrudence! But then what happens is, sex gets my body all revved up and raw, so I'm turned on the whole next day. So every guy I look at, I think horny thoughts about. The bland, semi-asexual guy who runs the health program at the hospital suddenly looks HOT! I'm practically licking my lips as I talk to him.
Which reminds me, when I first started talking to a therapist about my crazy crush on HWMNBNOTA (see above) she told me it was all about sex. Well, duh. I'm 42 years old and 30 pounds overweight - I'm not going to be having appreciably MORE sex any time soon. That sounds self-defeating, self-fulfilling, etc. I know that - if I built it they will come, or something like that - I gotta believe... The thing is, I was glad to have sex last night, and I do want it, but i needed slee pmore - I'm wrecked today. I'm not attracted to my husband but it's nice when we have it - my body responds even if my mind is yawning and my heart is yearning for HeWho. I MUST NOT WRITE HIM EVER EVER EVER AGAIN.
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