Dear Diary..

I'm the kind of girl who likes it hot, But this heat wave has to stop. I feel like I am living in a microwave oven.

I was cleaning out my bedroom this week and found a pair of my sexy lace underwear behind the bureau.  

The only way it could have gotten there is my favorite kind of heat.  When you get home and your so sexually charged up you rip off the clothes. You find clothes just tossed and hanging all over the room. One time If found my bra on top of the fish tank.

Something about being wanted so bad, brings on the good heat.  So that is the heat I rather have right now

Stay Cool - K xox

Dear Diary..

My holiday weekend was so great.  I feel like I'm in recovery mode now since late last night.  Fireworks still remind me of sex, maybe to many things do.  Sometimes sex sparkles and goes off like a big bang and other times it goes up but you don't get what your expecting.

Recently I was told my bed is like a large marshmallow. I have a large puffy white comforter and a ton a fluffy pillows you just can sink yourself on my very soft mattress.  I should call it the toasted marshmallow when I heat things up in my bedroom. 

I'm really not a girl who dwells on relationship titles. I have a good head on my shoulders. I know where I stand all the time with guys. I don't need a title to make myself feel important. When people say hey what a cute couple, I always want to say we are just friends with benefits for shock factor.  I hate people who just assume your relationship status.

Relationship are what you make of them and how you feel when you are them. Don't let titles define you.  Just live in the moment.

Rock this Monday -- Kat ox