I live with the constant hum of low-level horniness. Is that normal?
Anyway, yesterday morning I woke up from an unclear but pleasant sex dream. I started my day, replied to emails, etc, etc. But I was held up and didn’t get time for some pr0n-orientated stress release. So, cursing the clock, I banged out some laps on the treadmill before showering. And the exercise was actually a pretty good alternative outlet. If I was single, methinks I’d have the body of Jessica Simpson. And the wrist of an 80-year-old.
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