The headline on my homepage asks, “What’s the dirtiest fruit in the grocery store?”
After a yoga class, two mojitos and a hot bath, the only obvious answer is the banana. Duh!
You see my sweet little Georgia peaches I came face to face with a dark-haired blue-eyed devil this weekend. A demon I thought I had left behind along with 3am-morning-after-escapes and my dark, dirty and delicious Mr. Grey.
As my Belgian pal would say…le sigh. Le sigh indeed Carson, le sigh. What is a girl to do???
You see, in a former life, I wouldn’t have thought twice about a younger man. A much younger man. In fact, a couple of them have been great fun, and a very smooth stroke to the ego. In the past I’d have had a hot romp and set him loose, locking the plantation gate behind him with a flick of my blonde locks.
Instead, tonight, I let the last of the steaming bath evaporate from my skin, sip my drink and think, “Tomorrow….maybe, just maybe tomorrow…”
In the spirit of all that’s sultry, sexy, and reminiscent of our youthful, sexy, feminine, giggly, glory days, I present you with Mr. King and Mr. Hooker….do dim the lights, sip your bourbon, and let your mind wander to your young indiscretions as you listen to this;