Wanton Woman Wanting to Drive Off

So! I have a brand new favorite song, and for some reason, it's making me incredibly just... what's a good word that isn't gross for female arousal? Anyway, to put it the only way know how, --rudely, --it makes me want a dick in me. It's the male machine-y voice, all growl and electronic... Makes my thighs hot and my neck tingle.

I want a nightcall, and to be driven through the hills...

I swam tonight. Shhh. Don't tell. I wasn't supposed to go until tomorrow, which I will, because I need the sun. But I loooove swimming at night. I love how dangerous I feel doing it. Being locked inside the high, black fence, creeping through the water; I feel like an exhibit, which I also love. All caged and beautiful and wet. I love to float on top of the water and pretend to be a dead girl; eyes closed, just letting the water move me.

Melodrama! I know. I'm terrible. I smoked and talked with this horrendous know-it-all woman and her friend (who is so obviously just placating the old wench that I feel sorry for her). Then I got rid of her, nicely, and locked myself in the big cage, in the dark; just me and the fluorescent lights and the empty windows.

I listened to In for the Kill by La Roux on loop, and loved the cold air on my skin, and felt like a water snake, all smooth curves and fangs. I kind of want to go out and drive around for a bit, after I transfer new songs, --specifically, this one, --to my MP3 player.