carnal yearnings

I could really get into a prolonged session of erotic mischief right about now.

My imagination continues to slide into the gutter. Or onto expensive, yielding leather sofas, pristine hotel beds with yards of crisp white sheets, and carpeted, after-dark executive suites with the faint aroma of expensive scotch and cigars.

I'd better pack up for the day and go somewhere safe, wherever that may be. Sigh.