And I should know.

I’m trying to finish a book. I’m trying to work full time. I’m trying to be SuperMom. I’m trying to seduce my boyfriend.

Trying.

And failing at most of these things.

I’m stressed out with different things and it doesn’t help that I totally need to get some. You know what I’m talking about. Hot, sweat, dirty, nasty, pounding sex. It’s all I can freaking think about. Wait…is this TMI?

Oh, it doesn’t matter. The fact is, folks, I need it. And it sucks that The Man is an hour away, has a restaurant to run and kids to herd. It sucks that I have finally hit my sexual peak and… I’m single. (Not that I was all that interested in the ex…now I know that was TMI.) Okay, okay, so I have a boyfriend. That I see…every…oh, three weeks or so. Yeah. So not working for me.

Martinis, chocolate chip cookies and ice cream have become my best friend. I better get some before I gain 10 pounds.

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