That's always the hardest part. The titles. A whole little world in six paragraphs can flow smoothly onto the page, but coming up with some pithy little thing at the start to sucker people into thinking it's worth reading is always the hard part, y'know?

Fuck it, I even tried to make this one clever, or funny, before I just gave up and hauled myself into bed.

I'm going to ramble for a bit, because, honestly, sometimes coming up with a new idea, time after time, starts to grind you down, prompt after prompt, when you net somewhere between nothing and not a lot, every time you try and share a glimmer of a thought with the smutty, smutty world. Sure, sometimes there's the odd dick pic (yup, guys get them too, but c'est la vie, I guess), and the occasional "pls GM my ultra-specific fantasy CYOA for me; k thx bye" message, but...

Bleh.

Sometimes I just want to curl up in bed with someone, and be lazy. That's my biggest fantasy, I think, beneath all the wild tales of hobbit butt-sluttery and weird-ass time-travel prompts. Just to be me, and ramble, and, okay, maybe cuddle some cute lass into my lap, or onto my lap, if you know what I mean, and to just feel. Not to be clever. Not to be silly. But to just feel everything, and let it guide me. Hips on hips, skin on skin, a hard, hot rhythm if that's where the currents of lust flow, or a lazy, wet rocking with a hug around the waist.

Seriously, sometimes it's sexy just to hear someone ramble. Maybe it's a rock you found in the parking lot that reminded you of a dinosaur; maybe you've got a silly fantasy you just want to talk about; anything that lights up your eyes will light up mine, I think. Sometimes it's sexy just to be quiet, to trade whispers and soft, wet sounds, to feel at home in your own damn skin and just as at home with someone else's.

I started writing this a little angry, frustrated at not being able to make the words flow. And I end it just sort of sleepy, and somewhere in that strange hinterland between amused and exhausted.

Maybe a quiet night in, not some far-out adventure or raucous romp, is what I need. Maybe a nice, long sleep, so I can dream those dreams again, will see me waking with cheery words on my lips.

But for now...

It's been real, DPP.

Thanks for listening.