Shower Time

Waking up slowly... dreamily... feeling that wanting, that ache... needing the touch of my man... reaching over to him...

Shit. It's Wednesday and he went in early to work. He told me he was last night... damn it. He was considerate and silent and didn't wake me, but now I am waking up horny and would love some morning glory with him to get both of our days started right and he is gone. Well... fuck. That sucks.

I rise, take a walk to the kitchen, managing not to trip over the dogs vying for my attention by walking back and forth in front of me, and find a pot of coffee waiting. That brightens my outlook a bit, but as much as I LOVE coffee, it's not the pick me up I woke in the mood for. I get my cup poured, toast is toasted and I head back to the computer in the den.

Sipping and munching, I check e-mails, browse some headlines and give Facebook a quick glance. (I really don't care that so