Misery

Good evening, my Lovelies!

Please forgive me. It has now been more than a month since I've released a new blog. If you follow me on social media then you know there have been some things happening in my family that have pulled me away from my home and my writing. But, I'm back. Or I'm sort of back. I'm working on it, okay?

How have things been in your part of the world? I hope they have been fantastic and that life is treating you well!

With all the chaos in my life lately, I find I'm ready to just let my hair down and have some fun. My birthday is this week and I had so many thoughts and ideas on how I wanted to celebrate this year that have now been thrown out the window. This is one of the big birthdays and I really wanted to get all my friends together and have a huge party.

At one time, I had even considered trying to get all my loves together for a cruise to somewhere tropical. I'm still holding this idea in reserve for the future.

I won't get to do any of the things that had crossed my mind and I'm seriously bummed about that, but I'm where I need to be right now. When I get back home I intend on throwing some kind of celebration together. I just don't know for sure when that will be.

When I tell you that I need to let my hair down and have some fun, I mean I need a drink or ten. I need to laugh with my friends, tell stories, and be a little wild and crazy. I need to get myself dressed up, hair and makeup on point, and just let loose.

And, damn it, I desperately need to have some seriously hot sex. I need one of those hours-long sessions where you wear each other out, take a nap to recover, and then get right back at it. Between all the sickness that descended upon me and my family and then the family emergency that pulled me away from home and back to Kentucky, it has now been more than a month. 

A month without sex and Shelly just do not mix well.

I sincerely think that the lack of sex is making me lose my mind. Not having it and knowing that I can't have it right now is making me think about it all the damn time. It's actually become a bit ridiculous. I don't even remember thinking about and wanting sex this much when I was in my 20s and 30s! I mean...what the hell? Shouldn't this need be beginning to fade? I swear I think the older I get the more insatiable I become!

I've certainly been much more adventurous lately and that has been phenomenal. But y'all, when the sex starts hitting good and then is suddenly gone? Misery. Complete misery.

I'll be alright. Somehow. Some way. In the meantime, I'll try to keep my sexual frustrations to myself and hope that relief will arrive soon.

Until next time and as always,

Much love and sexually satisfying encounters from me to you,

Shelly (a/k/a Dawn Love)

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