Blame it on the moon

It's a rough day today for Bedtime Storyteller. I'm about to crawl out of my skin with desire, and there's not a darn thing I can do about it.

Don't you just hate seeing someone you have a past with, remembering how great it was, and how easy it would be to just fall right back into the old habits? How you know that if you run your hand up his thigh, or suck very gently on his earlobe, he'll turn to you with those soft lips and make love to your mouth? How the sound of his voice can still make your panties damp, and if you close your eyes you can still taste him?

Yeah...it's been that kind of day.

It doesn't help matters any that I'm at my most fertile right now, and I'm guessing that my hormones must be in major overdrive. I've not been this horny in...well...a long time. I feel like a hormone with feet. The weather has finally been nice, and I like to drive with the sunroof open and the windows down, particularly in the evening, when the breeze is warm but not too hot, and I can smell the river. But even the feel of the breeze on my skin feels like a lover's hands, and it's sensory overload.

I think I need to just lock myself in a room alone before I get into trouble.

I ran across an interesting article about the effect of the moon, a woman's cycle, and her desire. Here's one particularly telling quote:

Nature has an ingenious way of attracting a prospective mate to us. Hormones are secreted into the air by our bodies that tell others around us that our bodies are ripe and ready for fertilization. Many of us feel at our peak during this time projecting vivacious, sexy vibes while we exude our heated pheromones.

So I'm blaming it on the moon. And pheromones. And anything else I can think of.

This might be a good time to get a few of those stories finished. If I can't act on it, maybe my characters can!