Olympics...

couple of tokes to reflect on the past few days... sweet high, a nice tingling across my body, nerves standing on end as if someone has brushed their fingers lightly down my spine... getting aroused...

i watched the Olympics and thought about him... he had those dreams for years, fell short just a touch... and i watch Michael Phelps, another work of art, similiar body type... gold medal after gold medal... during other events i think i see his old coach... is that possible? then phelps again, his lovely, delicious body... and my athlete, thoughts shift back to him, his still incredibly defined body... where he is right now as i sit across from my husband and type this, smiling sweetly, thinking of of someone else's cock running across my lips. please relieve me of this torture....