Sex Sells, and People Are Lapping it Up
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I am uncomfortable.
I have clicked on your sexy article and…whoa. I feel like I’m standing in the door with an ice cream cone, vanilla dripping from my elbow and my throat closing up tight as I stare, wide-eyed at the sexy I just walked in on.
Well, this is truly awkward. I don’t know whether to keep reading — because this just got pretty real and personal — or to look away quickly, my eyes, my eyes.
I really don’t know how you do it. Well, actually…I do know how you do it, and with whom, and well…all of those details. It’s a bit warm in here, don’t you think?
Some of you are leading far sexier lives than I. That is not to say I don’t have my fair share of sexy going on (not sure if past tense might be a bit more appropriate here?) but sharing it, whew, I do not know about that.
I can’t. Go. There.
I mean, reading about all of your indiscretions is making me sweat. Don’t get me wrong — I am no prude — but there’s kind of this idea that my sexy is reserved, something I am careful with whom and with however many details I choose to share, discuss, describe.
As humans we are a curious bunch. And we are sexual creatures. Put those two things in a bag and shake…
