You would think that being around so much, George would at least like to have sex more
I really love him, but if I don’t get laid soon, George’s little wifey is going to go into a meltdown!
Who’d have thought it? You know, I wonder if anyone in the parking lot saw the van rocking from our fucking and peeked in the windows. Oh my God, that makes me hot just thinking about it. George isn’t going to be home for another hour or so – I’m going to get my vibrator out and imagine what would have happened if another guy had gotten into the van with us! Mmmmmm….
I’m sorry I haven’t written in a few weeks. I’ve been busy. And not in a good way. George has cut down on his workload, and he’s been home earlier than usual lately. That means I don’t get to go out and play! George made us join a bowling league, if you can believe that. Twice a week we have to go down to the bowling alley and bowl with a bunch of other people that George knows from work. Some of them are clients of his and some are co-workers, and some are even just friends of the clients or the co-workers. And they make us wear these hideous red bowling shirts. Mine doesn’t fit right, and I have to pin it up the front or else it will burst open every time I throw a ball down the lane. I can’t even flirt the tiniest bit, because I am afraid that someone will say something to George. Between him being home so much and this bowling thing, I haven’t gotten screwed in three weeks!! But no! The last time we did it was over a month ago. Grrrrr…