Throbbing Thursday - That Got Your Attention, Didn't It?

I must admit to sitting here wondering:
(a) if  because I did two posts yesterday I could skip today's post, and
(b) what the hell started with "th" to go with Thursday!

Of course the answer was sent to me in the form of blog inspiration. (PSST Lori, yes you! Your sexy stories and guest posts were what did it. You naughty girl, you...) And so I give you:

Throbbing Thursday

Now a couple of things before I begin. Firstly, you need to remember I probably have a good fifteen - twenty years on these girls. You can look at that two ways... One, I probably gave up on sex a long time ago and am old and boring and like nothing more exciting than a good cup of Earl Grey... or Two, I lived in the days of sexual freedom before AIDs and celibacy were hot topics, when hook ups were known as one night stands, and Dencorub and ice cubes... Ah well, we'll leave that one, shall we?

Secondly, I met my husband, Big Boy, at age twenty-nine. And had lived a full sexual life until settling down to monogamy for the last twentyish years (alright, seventeen, but that IS nearly twenty). Therefore I have quite a few *ahem* escapades up my sleeve for sharing.

But on with this post, eh? If you want to join in I may well make this a regular event and even beg some help to do a button/code thingy like Trav's for Memoir Mondays so people can link up. Ooh and a Linky like Brenda does for FlogYoBlog. Give me some feedback peoples and let me know, I'll understand if it is a little too spicey for ya...

For today though, post a link in your comment if you wish to partake. Now to quote most Playboy Forum entries:

I never thought it could happen to me BUT...

 Ah, no. So not me. In fact, because I have pre-ambled for so long, I am going to start off this regular feature with a quickie, literally (Anais Nin, eat your heart out).

Some of you may remember the Toy Boy from here. Yeah, the lustful liason who was quite a few years younger than my twenty eight years. Okay, he was twenty two. And looked like Brandon Lee in "Rapid Fire".

Not a bad way to console yourself when suffering from a badly dinted heart. But on with the throbbin' (and I think I will have to write this in the third person like a tale, I do have some boundaries).

Throbbing Thursday: Tales of A Toy Boy.
The room was dark. All the bravado of the last few hours had faded as the effect of the drinks wore away. Two strangers only hours before they were going to be as intimate as two people can be. Electricity had sparked and sizzled on the dance floor, as lips met, meshed and tongues tantalised with sensual promises. But in the cold of the dimly lit room the passion seemed to ebb.
They looked at each other across the bed. Absurdity and laughter bubbled forth, as the ridiculousness of the situation became apparent to both. The deep dimples which had attracted her earlier re-appeared as he flashed that brilliant, cheeky smile reminiscent of a movie star. Her pulse quickened and body warmed, the chemistry resurging to her tingling nerve-endings. God I hope he is feeling this too, she thought to herself. As if reading her mind, his grin widened and he walked around to sweep her into his arms and break into a disco jive. Laughing, humming the beat, they swept around the room until they fell onto the bed entwined. Slowly, sensually, lips slid and slipped, nipped and tasted, teasing, tantalising... tempting.



Aww crap, I have to go to work. Will finish this in part two next week? M'ok?