So Sexpot broke the bed. Cracked it, actually, during a healthy bout of fistfuckingfun. I grabbed and pulled and the wood moaned. Everything (all nails and screws and such) are still in tact, but now I know (and now you know) that shaking a frame at Sleeptrain is not test enough for making love. Oops.

The mattress still rocks, though.

And I got contacts, so now I can choose when to be a sexy librarian and when to be just sexy. And did you know that the clitoris is the only body part designed specifically for pleasure?

Speaking of clits, May is National Masturbation Month. Might I suggest a celebratory diddle or two? Or how about this:

For the rest of the month, in honor of you and your hand, do something masturbatory once a day. Touch yourself. Read an erotic story. Pinch your nipple on the escalator when no one’s looking. Put your finger up your butt in the shower. Explore and strengthen your self-eroticism once a day, for the rest of May. This can be as big as giving yoruself an orgasm once (or more) a day, or as quiet as detailing your perfect sexscene in your head before you fall asleep.

Do something. Anything. For you.

Always in favor of self appreciation,

.jameson.

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