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Too Much

I'm having way too much sex! I'm doing way too many positions. I destroying way too many sheets. I having way too many orgasms. I knew things had got out of hand when, on a Saturday evening, I was in a piledriver position, getting it every way to Sunday, literally. We stopped at five am, Sunday morning. My back is killing me! I'm on Tylenol and Elexa this weekend. I'm really losing my mind about everything. This morning, Diane stopped by and I opened the door with my boobs hanging out of his shirt. "You look absolutely fucking out of your mind," Diane remarked.

"Go home," I said. "I'm busy."

Diane pushed me aside, barged in, and demanded to see the man who has me in this ravaged state. "He's in the shower," I said. "Now go home."

"Okay, but I'm coming back with Jan. Tell him to go home." She finally left without seeing Steven.

I joined Steven in the shower and we went at it once again. I screamed, "THIS IS TOO MUCH!"

To which he smiled and said, "No such thing."

Oy. Things are getting dangerous.

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