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Missed me?  Well, you can start breathing again because I am back — with a vengeance. 

The other day, I was sitting at my desk dirty-chatting with a friend of mine using tacky euphemisms like “hunger” and “drought” to describe my need for some good, old-fashioned “work.”  What started out as an innocent conversation, ended up as a scheduled meeting time for him to work on me.  Yes, I know what you’re thinking.  This is going to end up as it always does, with me crying my eyes out, oversexed and brokenhearted.  But, I couldn’t take it anymore.  I exhausted Billy’s batteries and have taken more cold showers than a prisoner of war.  So I decided to go to the bar, get a few drinks and make a date for 11 at my place.

Perfect.  Just enough time to get tipsy, go home, take a shower, and stuff all of my clothes in the closet.  Little fireworks went off in my body when my phone rang and my instant-messenger-buddy knocked on my door to deliver a message that came along with high-pitched screams, grunts, and moans instead of a high-pitched computer ding.  We talked for about an hour.  I only entertained conversation so as not to appear desperate, but my appetite was ravenous and I was eyeing him like a lion eyes a gazelle before devouring it.  He finally sat down on my bed and I pounced.  I literally jumped him like I was a middle-aged mother of a preteen girl and he was a Hannah Montana ticket scalper. 

It was a long and violent session.  I felt like I was in a ghetto porno that had LL Cool J’s “Doin’ It” looped in the background.

And I was happy for it.  I felt a weird sense of redemption.  Sacrilegious as it may seem, I remember whispering an “Amen” to myself when it was over.  It felt as if someone had pulled my head out of the water after I’d been holding my breath for an inconceivable amount of time. 

 I don’t know where this is going, nor do I care right now.  I’m not fooling myself, I don’t expect anything from him but a good romp in bed and he shouldn’t expect more from me either. 

My hormones are shouting so loudly that I cannot even hear reason or logic.  I hope he can handle it.