"The One". . . He's a very intriguing enigma. We were discussing my not-so-lady-like behavior with "The Other" and how to go about preventing further infactions of the law and I couldn't hold it in anymore I had to tell "The One" that I want to sleep with "The Other" which at first didn't go over so well. I mean not a suprise, who would want to hear that there wife wants to sleep with a man who isn't as good a catch as they are? But anyways we kept talking and eventually somewhere in the middle of talking about how I would go about arranging for a proper situation in which to deflower "The Other" I ended up having wild steamy sex with "The One"

"The Other" . . . Well, he's got me. I want to sleep with him. Everytime I'm near him I want to haul him off into the bushes and do things much worse than hold his hand. I know a large part of it is his smell, it's especially difficult when I hug him and my face is up against his chest or in his hair. I melt into like a hundred little gooey pieces that would give in to his every sensual whim. Somethings holding me back. . . Part of it is "The One". "The One" is a great man and I don't want to give up what I have. But I'm sure there is something else holding me back too. But I haven't figure it out yet. I had a dream the other night in which I told "The Other" that I would have done him a thousand times by now, but that he was here too early. Too early? What the hell does too early mean? And if he's too early does that mean there is a time when he is supposed to be here? WTF? Why does it bother me so?

I'm thinking that whole lesbian lifestyle is sounding better all the time.