Hormonal Harriet

02/07/24 

I can’t stop thinking about sex.

It’s getting quite ridiculous. 

I’m craving touch. 

A new customer came in recently. He made me go totally weak at the knees and flustered, just by the way he looked at me, with his insanely deep, chocolatey, come-to-bed eyes. 

It wasn’t personal, it’s just how he looked at everyone he interacted with, but wow, he had an impact on me. 

What the hell is going on?  I’m becoming little more than a walking hormone. It’s not been like this in years and years. 

I’ve even been considering how a 55 year old woman might acquire a fuck buddy, but realistically I know that’s not a good idea for me right now.

This over the top level of horniness makes it pretty clear that I’m not the shrivelled, dried-up old hag EH had me believing myself to be.   

I hadn’t gone off sex, I’d gone off sex with him.  Not surprising really, given the continuous belittling and physical discomfort I endured. 

EH was a cunt who didn’t deserve access to mine. 

I’m so unbelievably glad to have fully, truly realised that.

MUSIC OF THE DAY: Pelvis On Fire – Volbeat

JP