Lesbian Lust  Boober grabs my toes; Moomie's feet are below.  Two hours.  More than two hours actually, closer to three.  I took a break from the puter and let the spouse have it for awhile.  I tried to take a nap, since the boys were.  Oh god but it was the middle of the day and somebody had taken advantage of that.  Not that I didn't ask for it.  She teased me mercilessly, made me breathless and whimpery.  Hints and innuendoes, and by golly if I didn't toss a bunch her way myself.  And I paid the price, lying on my bed right next to the puter, no place in the house I could get sufficient privacy to do anything about it.  If the spouse had caught me satisfying myself he might have considered it a good opportunity to lavish some affection.  I wasn't feeling very hetero though.  Plus we haven't fully decided if we are having sex now or not anyway.      Sooooo for nearly three hours I tried to sleep, I half-slept, dreaming, feeling, tasting.  How did I get such a good imagination?  Still being a virgin in physical lesbianism (done the cyber thing plenty-a times), the only flavor of woman ever to reach my tongue has come from a male lover's mouth as I gave kisses of joy and gratitude.  I've kissed a woman before, and it was heavenly.  But that's as far as it's gone.      Now the middle of the day has gone, it's a bit more bearable, but still the longing for soft skin and tender lips, the need to bury my face in heavy-scented moistened curls, the urge to give kisses of every kind in just about every place, well, it hasn't left.  The volume is just not turned up so high now, is all.      Sigh.      The husband has magnanimously lifted the moratorium on nail polish on the boychicklech.  My Boober, who begs for nail polish every day, finally gets his wish.  Blue looks really nice on him, well as nice as it can.  Being a two-year-old, he can't be still long enough to get a really nice job done.  When he wears red it looks like clotted blood.      The only provision of the agreement is that he must stop when he starts school, unless a significant number of boys are wearing nail polish at that time.  The way it is catching on, that could easily happen.      Brooklynguy asked me, "Who's the new face?  The guy who looks like Jesus?"  I knew he meant whose picture had just been added to the main Warehouse page.      "That's Evan.  I read his journal all the time now."  It's called Why?.      "I can't keep up with you.  How do you keep up with you?"      "Tight scheduling.  Hehe."      The other fresh face is Nancy Firedrake, author of off c e n t e r.  My thanks to both of them for letting me use their faces and link to their sites.      Yay yay yay yay Rain is coming here!!!  In June!  I'd rather it were sooner, but still...she and the hubby are coming to DC to be tourists hehe.  This is marvelous.  I got to visit her just after Christmas last year; we split the difference between Dallas and Vicksburg, where my mom lives.  That put us in Shreveport.  It was quite a lot of fun.      I have been lonely that way lately.  You can tell it from recent posts.  When you love somebody, it's hard to be separated from them.  When the ties are the tenuous ones of words and electrons, the separation is no less real, no less agonizing.  -- Spring  link o' the day: chick jesus -> web sutras