Diary of a Kinky Librarian

I’m going through one of those periods in my life where my sex life has taken over. Time spent at work or elsewhere is just time killed until the next time I can get up to something naughty. Each work day is just gotten through so I can get to the weekend or the next play time. Now this doesn’t mean I have sex every day - I don’t. (Surprised?) But that sex is the foremost thought in my brain. I’m kinda frustrated at work right now so that probably plays into this. The sex is infinitely more fun than the work day.

Last night I was thinking about the fact that while this is a blog of my sex life, I don’t always write about sex with Davey. I’ve noticed this before and I think it’s probably down to a couple of reasons. First, naughty, out-of -the-mainstream sex makes for more interesting blog material than vanilla sex with someone you love and are with regularly. (I note the times it’s particularly hot or passionate, but as is the tendency with established relationships, it’s frequently routine.) And second, sometimes I like keeping sex with Davey between us. Despite my exhibitionistic tendencies, I suppose there’s some stuff I like to keep private. Not much, but some. I doubt that my getting all mushy about Davey would make for stimulating reading anyway. I’m not all about getting laid. Sometimes sex is about passion and getting off, but sometimes it’s about being intimate with someone you love. Yes, the slut has a heart.