Confessions Part Two

Last week, I made a confession – and that confession was that I was a bibliophile. VX, of course, wanted something more. Perhaps she wanted me to confess that I make cakes out of the box – just add a little pudding and they taste like they are from scratch. Or got my boobies licked by some hasher. Not sure.

So I looked back, but not too far back, to find some dirt on me. You see, if I went way back, I could reveal all kinds of things. But those events trickle out every once in a while. What did I do recently that was embarrassing? Last week I was looking at ~deb's site, I think it was last week, reading along and someone came up right as I scrolled to a picture of boobies. Some woman massaging her own breasts. Thanks, sweetie. Completely mortified. But that is not really a confession. More of an embarrassing moment. "Er, boss, I was looking for breast examination sites; looks like I got something totally different." At least that's what he would be putting in my employee file if it was my boss.

Crap. Do I really tell you some deep, dark secret?

Okay, here it is. I had a girl crush last month. Not one of those crushes where you lick boobies under a drunken stupor, either. That would be on some other woman's site. Again, I am not going to be listing any names.

And I know my loyal readership (Mike). Mike will assume that it is ~deb. Just because she is so hot, so nice, has wonderful lips, beautiful eyes, humor. Okay, hose this girl down. No, it is not ~deb.

This woman I have never met. And I feel bad about my little crush thing. I mean, she doesn't comment or read my stuff. But I read her blog. And occasionally comment on her blog. I mean, I am not planning on leaving hubbie for this virtual crush babe. And I don't masturbate to her picture while thinking of what I would like to do with her.

We started e-mailing a while back. Nothing hot and heavy. Just polite stuff. And I wanted to write erotic stories with her as the main character. She is my fantasy mistress. And, quite frankly, it is a tad embarrassing. Here I am counseling others to be less romantic, more into reality, and I am wondering what perfume she wears. Weird.

I would blame it on the drugs, but I don't do drugs. And I haven't even had any of my little psychotic helper drugs in quite a while. I was not sad or depressed or anything when I had my little girl crush. Just an overwhelming feeling of euphoria.

And that's how "falling in love is." Not that I was in love. But "falling in love" is smoke and mirrors. It is not real. If I were to get some really bad illness, my hubbie would be by my side, helping me through it (as long as he did not have to see too much blood). He is sort of a wuss when it comes to blood.

So here is my confession for VX. I guess VX and Mike are my audience today. And this was just prattle for what was in my brain. It is not like I tried to increase traffic, talking about "mutual masturbation", or using such phrases as "touching her breasts as she let out a soft coo", "kissing her softly, letting my tongue slowly explore her warm mouth." Oh, my now I need a shower.