I’ve inadvertently ended up having a week off from work in the middle of a heatwave (in Ireland). Much and all as I would have liked the circumstances of having the time off to be different, I can honestly say it’s been nice. It’s like the universe conspires to go “stop and smell the scenery” for a change instead of always having plans and rushing and and and and and... Just stop.
So I have. I’ve stopped. But in that time that my body has stopped (working), my brain (and body) has been on overdrive. Mornings have been filled with lustrous heat, waking wet and ready and aching and wanting. But I can’t... Night-time is filled with yearning and fevers and erotic thoughts so vivid I can smell the sex in my room. But I can’t... Daytime is filled with rubbing sun cream on skin, cool waters washing over an over-heated body, nipples hard and petulant and aroused by sun, sea and sand and the thoughts of what could be. But I can’t....
Why is it that when I finally have the time to relax, chill out, recharge, energise again that my body immediately shouts “SEX”? Anyone else like this too? It’s not like I’m not sexual any other time, but my gosh it’s eating me alive for breakfast dinner and tea these days!
