The sexual ramblings of a newly wed sex slut. I found a post this morning at Scarlett Diaries about what turns people on. She listed some turn-ons and turn-offs. What turns me on? Hearing that little, satisfied moan he makes when he first enters me. Sam hardly ever makes any noise, but when he gets in a certain rhythm, he makes these animal-sounding huffs, grunts, moans, what-have-you. Turn on! Well, we go.

Sunday, January 25, 2004. The first warm day of spring. And, it was a Saturday. I was eager to work the garden. Barbara and I had planted and tended together. My work would be a labor of love, preparing the. The smells of the rich earth, the feel of the dirt in my hands, the warmth. Of the sun on my back, were healing and reinvigorating. Barbara was thirty-one and I was twenty-three when we married. My friends thought I was crazy. Barbara what I hoped for in a wife.