Horny Prattle

Here's a confession: I feel less guilty doing it drunk, as in beer-drunk, as opposed to doing it because I'm horny. Details are less vivid when intoxicated, and that's how I like it, because there's less time for guilt when you're trying to violently puke out the alcohol.

Most of my accomplices know this, and they never tire of hearing it. Maybe because we're all in the same boat in this one understanding, and the one thing a secret denominator needs is somebody to tell it as it is. That doesn't make the secret any less insidious than it is, but the act of airing out our common dirt becomes this occasional ritual that grounds us and binds us together. Demons need ears, too.

And I'm not saying my friends are any less eloquent than myself, but I'm the usual culprit, and a steamy anecdote follows. Not now of course, but that's how it is when we kiss and tell. That makes for an effectively revolting narration altogether, the sex bit, but, amazingly, they don't seem to mind. I sincerely wonder why I'm this blessed.

I'm not married, but I "co-habit" with this very wonderful guy, and this post just made me all the more guilty. Which is exactly what I intended this to be: a wake up call. I've been as horny as I am unfaithful, and that's got to stop. But I'm slightly alcoholic, so the drinking's a different story. And the problem is I'm progressively kinkier with every bottle downed.

This really didn't solve anything. What was I saying again?

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