Not sweaty enough

I just ate a bowl of chunky Old El Paso salsa and my nose is sweaty :)

Speaking of sweaty, I promised GH I would write a hot and heavy post this evening. The problem is, I don't want to write about hot and heavy, I want to *be* hot and heavy. Pirates class just doesn't cut it. As an aside, we had a substitute instructor today and he was totally cute. But, by the end of the class, I hated him and wanted to bounce my ball off his face. It was a really great workout and I hope I feel my lower abs in the morning. I think he's back next week too! I digress. Actually, I'd like to digress with him...

The problem with fantasies though is that they're so unsatisfying. I miss physical contact with another human being. I miss holding hands and spooning. The comfort of my head resting in the curve of a broad shoulder. Strong arms wrapped around me, pinning me to the bed so I can't get away from the gentle love bites... Oops, did I say that out loud?

Sigh.