Ok. I admit it.  I want a hot lip lock. I want to play tonsil hockey.  I want to pounce and devour.  I want to run my fingers over bare and vulnerable skin, to make someone I care about feel good, tasting the salt of their skin and the shiver of flesh anticipating my next move.

Can you tell where MY mind has been lately?  I don’t feel guilty.  We’re sensual beings, after all. Even 235 pounders like me.  Well, maybe I do feel guilty as somehow society has told us bigger people that we are not entitled to live like normal people—or to be seen as sexual—unless we drop the weight and get with the “program”.  Never mind the majority of Americans seem to be overweight….

Still, I’m worried about all the time I think about it.  Which is all the time.  Seriously, maybe something’s wrong with me…maybe I’m compensating for long time. Maybe my hormones are finally kicking in.  (I AM 34, you know.)  Not that I’m healthy enough for sex yet, but I sure do want it.  BAD.  Bad enough I’m getting distracted at work.   Maybe I’m still….needing some help.  (NOT that kind. Eeesh. Psychiatric help…that’s what I’m talking about.

And of course, I’m not actually doing sinful things.  (Well, besides feeling as if I’m about to burst into flame!) I live a chaste life.  Still, I’m hungry….