Feeding the Fire

The Bloke arrives tomorrow.

He's forewarned me that he'll be tired; hell, he's looking at a 9 hour drive before he reaches home. But, seeing as we've been through this a few times already, The Bloke seems able to gather enough strength to give me at least a taste of some good lovin.'

To get myself primed for him, I began reading through some other blogs:
Confessions of a College Callgirl is always a good read, and the Callgirl's most recent post about a sex club in NYC got me (s0rta) fondly recalling my own trek there
The Erotic Woman is hot anyway you look at it: there's enough gorgeous nakedness there to get my imagination fired up.
Jefferson at One Life, Take Two provides (a) eye candy, and (b) tasty prose. I guiltily admit, however, that I just like browsing through his cast of characters, since they all seem debauched enough for me to enjoy.
And, thanks to Jefferson's links, I read a bit of Always Aroused Girl, who I can sincerely appreciate because she seems to have rediscovered herself after a divorce AND she's a damn good writer. Call it a semi-self-serving sympathy plug, if you will, but I can totally relate. Minus the chitlin.

So, getting fired up doesn't seem much of an issue. I sent The Bloke a text saying as much and he responded that he can't wait to make me cum. Nicey nice. Seems we're on the same page there.