John sent me this.
It’s the funniest thing I’ve seen for a long time, and you have to feel sorry for the poor dawg.
And what makes it so funny?
Well, apart from my being a really doggy-person… it reminds me of so many of the men who email me complaining about their wives and girlfriends teasing them!
Someone once described male chastity to me as being “like a moth drawn to a candle flame”… you can’t resist the pull… but get too close… and who knows what might happen?
Remember… Be Careful What You Wish For.
Luckily, as a woman, I don’t have to worry about that.
I don’t get the ache of unsatisfied desire… or the let-down many men say they experience when they do get to come.
I don’t have to reconcile my burning need to come with the knowledge it’s going to be perhaps weeks, months or maybe even years before I get to feel that exquisite release.
I don’t get to beg and plead for an orgasm I know I’m not going to get.
For me, it’s orgasms, orgasms, orgasms all the way down.
So for that (and Lori Lancer), I am eternally grateful.