The View From My Knees

I know that I’ve mentioned this before, but let me restate it for the record: I’m shy. After reading about some of my experiences, you may be surprised by that. How does a shy girl end up in all of these sexy situations? Maybe I’m just in the right place at the right time with the right people. Or maybe I’m just lucky. I won’t bother analyzing it, I just enjoy it. Just because I get all giggly and my cheeks are bright red doesn’t mean I’m not having fun. I’d gladly suffer through a little shyness for a hot, blog-worthy result. And that’s just what I did a couple of weeks ago.

I woke up earlier than usual, excited about the day’s event. I was blowing off work that morning to attend an event at a nearby bar. The event — hosted by my favorite morning radio show, The BJ Shea Morning Experience — was to celebrate the opening day of baseball season. Okay, I’ll admit it: I’m not a big baseball fan. But I’ll take any excuse to drink beer at 8 in the morning and watch hot chicks wrestling in a kiddy pool full of ketchup, mustard, and hot dogs. So, with fresh streaks of Mariners blue in my hair, I set off to the bar with the Lucky Bastard.

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All those who love Carmen Electra raise your hands…

Now those of you with your hands down, take a look at TGP’s post Carmen Electra rides into trouble and tell me you still don’t want a piece of that. I dare you.

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Today I discovered that I am a cliché. A friend of mine popped online this morning and sent me a picture of his new motorcycle. The moment the sleek red machine loaded in my browser I could feel my nipples getting hard. I immediately imagined the feeling of the leather seat vibrating between my legs as I wrapped my arms tightly around my driver’s waist. This image made me moist. It made me squirm in my chair. It gave me chills. As a matter of fact, I’m getting horny again right now just writing about it. I have an itch, now, and it needs to be scratched.

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I’d been in a little bit of a rut these past two weeks. My mind and body were exhausted. My free time had been nonexistent, and what little time I’d found to write had been disappointingly unproductive. I’d lost my groove. I had stories to tell, but the words just weren’t coming together.

Even sex had lost its appeal. I felt like I was just going through the motions. I was still enjoying myself, but I wasn’t getting that intense electrifying feeling that usually pulsated through my body with each wave of orgasm. I almost didn’t care whether I had sex at all, and I let several days pass between encounters without noticing.

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As I write this, I’m laying in a bubble bath scribbling with my purple pen on a notebook resting on my knees. The warm water is giving my muscles some much-needed relaxation. The herbal scented steam rising from the tub puts my mind at ease. I love the way it feels when the water playfully laps at my clit. I’d like to touch myself right now, but I have some writing to do, so it will have to wait.

As I’m sure you’d noticed, I’d been in a little bit of a rut these past two weeks. My mind and body were exhausted. My free time had been nonexistent and what little time I’d found to write had been disappointingly unproductive. I’d lost my groove. I had stories to tell, but the words just weren’t coming together.

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