Sex in Sin City
A couple of week’s ago I posted in Too Close for Comfort that I really longed for some plain, unadulterated, hot and sweaty, no strings attached, wake up in the morning with a smile on your face sex. I also needed some time in the sun away from the snow. Lucky me, I got both in the same package!
My LDR called to invite me to Vegas for a long weekend. He has been conspicuously absent while I’ve been laid up. He sent goodies and called, but our relationship has really never been about anything but sex so I sure didn’t expect him to come rushing to my bedside to take care of me. An invitation to Vegas, however, for sex and sun is exactly what the doctor ordered.
I flew out of here in a snowstorm and landed in blazing sunlight and floaty summer dress heat. I felt the heat down to my toes and longed to strip out of my heavy clothes and bathe in it, to feel that warm tickle of sun against naked skin again. Ok I did do just that, but waited until the limo had whisked me off to the hotel for that and other hedonistic pleasures.
