Foot, Meet Mouth
Let me start off by letting you guys know that there is someone I know that I'd like to FUCK. Not to put it so crudely, but it's the truth. No stolen kisses behind the curtain, no late night pillow talk, no declarations of like and promises to make things work, just a good ol' fashioned FUCK. Hair pulling, no word using, leave-before-the-sun-comes-up sex. Understandably, it's been a while since I've had some real human to human interaction (read: orgasm) and this guy's the first in a while that's actually tickled my fancy. But, thanks to Anita Hill and her shenanigans, I can't say anything without risking a sexual harrassment complaint. Gone are the days of free love, drugs and sex in the world of radio. Sad times... Anyway, I've harbored these sexual feelings for this young man for quite some time now and today, it just all came to a head. He called me about something having to do with work...and I became 15 years old, much to my chagrin. Think I...