Desire starts in the mind and when Frank called my mind was racing.  I hadn’t heard from him for a week or was it two now — I’m not really sure.  I just know I think of being with him often.  The sex is great but I get much more from Frank than a good roll in the hay.

He validates me as a human being.  When he’s with me I’m the most important person in his world and I love that about him.  I suppose the confidence that I feel when I’m with him just sets my passion on fire.

So where was I?  Oh yes, I was fantasizing for just a moment.  Frank is coming over in 45 minutes.  45 minutes?  What was I thinking?  I’ll never get ready in that amount of time – certainly not for Frank.   I always want to look and smell my best because I know that’s how he’ll be.  Nothing 2nd rate about Frank.  Maybe one thing.  He’s really afraid of commitment.

There’s never any talk about when we’ll see each other again nor do we ever make plans for a future meeting.  It’s just understood that he’s got a very demanding job and he travels a lot and a permanent relationship isn’t on his list of must-do things.  I accept that but I can tell you that I wish we had a more substantial relationship.

When we first started seeing each other I was convinced that he was married.  His schedule screams married to me.  I have a friend who knows a friend — you know those kind of people  who know people who can do things.  This friend confirmed that Frank is definitely single.  So maybe he’s got a full-time girlfriend?  Sometimes not seeing him often bothers me, like right now.  Other times I have a busy life with a lot of friends and I don’t give him much of a 1st thought.  He’s definitely in my 2nd and 3rd thoughts.

Here I sit wondering about all of this and my hair isn’t shampooed and my legs aren’t shaved and I’m a week away from my next Brazillian.  I do have the wine chilled and I’ve put out a plate of cheese, dried fruit and nuts so we’ll have a little snack later.

What sort of sex shall we have today?  My mind is racing.  I’m thinking maybe we’ll try it standing up.  I haven’t ever done that with Frank.  Maybe we’ll do the “bend me over the back of the sofa” thing.  If I’m in that sort of mood, the idea of being taken like the slut I’m not but wish I was really turns me on.

I’m off to shower, dress in something sexy and try not to forget to lay out the condoms, lube, toys and towel.

Do you have a routine before sex?  I never thought I did but it’s pretty apparent today that I do.