I have been lounging languorously in my bed of sensation reading of the erotic lands of the fey from an imagination well suited to the descriptions necessary. I find my self wanting. I find myself needing to be touched. I find myself desiring to be in a nest of hands and naked flesh simply reveling in it. I do not have my lovers to fulfill this desire. And so I will flaunt myself and continue to be lusciously languorous in my sensations.