Friday, October 24, 2008

And The Subject Is...
Okay, the economy is sick and I'm sick of the economy. Let's talk about something else.



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Politics? Hell no! I'm sick of politics.
Well, that pretty much leaves sex. I'm not sick of sex. I love sex. Sex soothes. Sex satisfies. I could go get the dictionary and find some more "s" words to continue in that vein, but I'm not that ambitious. It's Friday night. I'm tired. But I'm not tired of sex. Sex in the sunshine. Sex in the sauna. It's all good. Not that I'm obsessed with sex!
Solitary sex is okay, but not as much fun as shared sex, which can be stunning. Sex is stimulating. Sex is scintillating. But sometimes sex is too short, which can make me sorrowful. So I go elsewhere to seek satisfaction. Not really. I just wanted to use three s-words in one sentence.












Sex in the summer. Sex in the spring. Not so much in the winter. Winter is coming, but I'm not.

So ends my sordid saga.

9 comments:

Randal Graves said...

How do you keep warm then? Bonfire in the living room?

DCup said...

There are few things more universal than sex. The perfect way to get our minds off the other dreaded stuff.

Spartacus said...

Oh... you're just trying to get to the top of the Google list when someone searches on Sex. Here. Let me help you out... sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex ...phew! too much typing ... sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex...thank goodness for the cut and paste keyboard shortcuts. ;^)

fingers said...

I hear you, Z.
Some people get horny at funerals...I get wood during a stock market crash.
Go figure...

Madam Z said...

randal: No bonfire. Just layers and layers of clothing. Clothing that will not be removed until Spring.

dcup: Huh? What "dreaded stuff?"

spartacus: Thanks for the help! I am now surrounded by salacious sex-seekers.

fingers: Hmmmm...you may want to contact the makers of Cialis and Viagra. Sell them your secret.

Bill Stankus said...

You ask about dreaded stuff?
Children. And especially a virus unique to them which incubates for about 12 years and then erupts all over you when they reach their teens. Symptoms: Disorientation, confusing, disbelief (yours). This is followed by high blood pressure, stress, sleeplessness and versions of poverty (yours).

Lad Litter said...

Liked the pics: very late 19thC impressionist.

Cat said...

Love the idea od 3 s words strung together!

Creepy said...

Sauna sex, sounds steamy.