Horny!

I am fuckin' horny, baby!!!!! (think Austin Powers).

Dyin' here!!!

Was driving to Best Buy this afternoon, and a rock solid hard-on set in for no reason. Writer Lady is out of town, Pilates Lady not talking to me again, my ex is pregnant, I can't just go to a bar and score some head (a. Writer Lady will worry b. I'm not drinking, and my A game for picking someone up quickly seriously suffers when I'm sober).

What's a horny sober guy to do?

I'm not jerkin' off. I'm over that. I really am. It doesn't do it for me anymore. I need some flesh to rub up against, or an orifice to shove my cock into.

I just ran 5 miles on a trail (beautiful run at Eaton Canyon). I worked out at the gym yesterday. I saw a movie last night---Haywire---starring a very sexy MMA fighter named Gina Carano. She's smokin'---the movie---notta so much, but it was okay. But it just made me hornier (If there is a Texas kick boxer reading this please proceed to the on-ramp to the I-10 west and proceed until you reach Pasadena).

So here I am on a Sunday night, alone, horny, hungry, yet happy.

Happy to be alive. happy that I start my new gig next week after the Super Bowl. Happy that I am healthy. Happy that I am love. Happy that I have love. Happy that I am bettering myself; evolving into the grandest version of who I am. Happy that I am truth---believing in this Universe, this life, this world, this--ALL.

I can't fuck Writer Lady until Wednesday. School tomorrow after work. Tuesday I work with C-Bone at night. Wednesday seems so far away.

Truth be told, I am horny for some chocolatey goodness. My ex is no longer on the potential booty call market. Her sweet chocolate booty is engaged and pregnant. I still can't believe it sometimes. I went to the movies with her yesterday, and we ate some food at CPK afterwards. I looked at her as she talked. I smiled at her smile. I craved her radiant, caramel toned skin. I wanted my lips on hers, my arms around her waist as I fucked her deeply. We had breakfast yesterday too at Mimi's. Afterwards, as we walked to her car, I did as I did when we were together: I let her walk ahead of me so I could get a good look at her sweet chocolate ass as it bounced ever so slightly in it's strong, firm jiggly kind of way, to and fro. God I want a chocolate ass to be riding me right now.

I guess I'll have to settle for the chocolate Santa that lays forlornly on the lower shelf in my fridge. Poor guy. He's been there awhile. I think I'll take the first bite out of his jolly ole ass!!!

Peace

Kevin