Sista sLedge.r

I just read this and it reminded me of a conversation I had recently with my lovely boyfriend. I never imagined that men think about sex all that much. I for one, do not think about sex until halfway through the time it’s over. That’s why it amazes me that men can think about it nearly 24-7. Which is amusing. Baloo stole a pair of scrubs from the hospital for me. Whenever I wear the bottoms, he’s automatically drawn to my ass and tells me how good I look in them. And he can’t stop touching me. It really is like a magnate. While I’m thinking about comfortable house wear, he’s thinking sex. And don’t let me be in the kitchen stirring something furiously. Because he has to be right there beside me watching, and occasionally reaching out to touch me.

I think thinking about sex nonstop could be tiring. I’m already bored of the topic and I haven’t even gotten to the end of this post. I’d rather think about my dream house or my next job or when I’ll be able to finally afford to take that trip abroad. Maybe if I thought about sex more, my life would be less complicated.

Labels: baloo, men, relationship