I’ve already written blog posts in the last year about how much I love my pussy and my small breasts. So I thought I’d write today about how much I love my sexy bod. Especially since this is the time of year when I tend to go into shock. Yeah, my birthday is coming up the first week of April.

I’ll be 53.

Eeeek! There must be some mistake, right? LOL

Being delusional and always thinking I’m 18 helps soften the birthday blow. Plus, the fact I tend to dress, talk, and act like a teenager (duh!) doesn’t hurt. Not to mention, I take really good care of my sexy bod (which is true of all the exhibitionists I know, but that’s another blog post… *kinky grin).

Monday night after dinner Wes and I went back to work on computer in our offices. About 30 minutes later, I heard him finish up and walk down the hall. I thought he’d come by my office like he usually does, but he didn’t this time. Instead he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Rats! He’s avoiding me because he knows what I want. *horny grin*

But lately I’ve noticed another change. When I was 18, I was a night owl, up late dancing all night in clubs and bars, having a wild party time. I also loved my sleep and could sleep-in until noon on weekends.