Now that I have your attention. It’s one of those dismal Monday nights that you read about in a thousand diaries. I’m sitting in bed wishing for snow to fall outside my window but instead seeing gravelly roads as far as tired eyes can see.
Just feel a little shit, and now my gaze is turned to my underwear drawer… and immediately my mood lifts ever so slightly. That’s where you come in. While we can’t quite wrap our legs around each other virtually, I would adore a silver-tongued writer with a sex positive attitude & a penchant for staying up past midnight to weave naughty words to send me a ‘hello.’ Well, maybe slightly more than a hello, the
longer your boast of your erotic talents the better. Tell me my search for a writer is over, I would kill for some sexy stories right about now if I can’t have snow.
Who knows, you may just make a friend… and even better, if your talents are good enough & your words are dripping with enough honey… you may just have me chewing on a thong or three.
Cheers!