After feeling sad about my recent bad luck in dating, 2010 decided to end in a bang. The boy-toy came over, brought me take out food and a new CD, and rocked my world. If you know what I mean.
The boy-toy is certainly something special. He's a few years younger, and fresh out of the military. That means he is still rocking rippling muscles from all those push-ups. He's a big ball of dreamy.
It's not even all about the sex. Not that the sex isn't amazingly hot in a million ways. No, it's all about the go boost. With my ex, I never felt sexy or exciting. I felt frumpy, and fat, and boring. Sex was usually over as soon as it begin, and foreplay was that magical thing found only in movies.
With boy-toy though, damn! He wants me and he's not afraid to show me. Suddenly I feel like a sexy bitch. One swish of my hips can drop him to his knees. Getting him excited is almost as much fun as the sex itself. I had no idea, after years of ho-hum, it could be this thrilling.
I hope 2011 stays as fun as 2010 ended. We all need more va-va-voom in our lives, in what ever way we can get it.
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