I shouldn't have bought the latest edition of 'People' magazine.
Really, it was a bad idea.
D's been gone 3 months, you see. I've been lacking in male company for that long. My hormones are stirring, as are my desires. Things catch my eye that, were he here I'd either not notice or be able to do something about....if you know what I mean.
This weeks edition has '50 Hottest Bachelors' in it. Beautiful, beautiful boys are within the covers...all gleaming white straight teeth and fashionable tousled hair. They're fun to look at, but too...pefect. Too styled. I can flip through that and whilst I stop to loom at a few of them in particular, I'm really not too affected by them.
Something else is what made me stop in my tracks.
The first 2 pages are a commercial for American Express. There are 2 bare chested men in it, one with a very chiseled jaw line and rugged good looks. He's not the one that caught my eye.
The dude on the far left of the picture is what did it. He has a physique much like my D, which I think is a big part of why I was so taken by his image....but the thing that topped me over the edge was his shorts. He's wearing them a little low on the hips, and I can see the part of his belly right below his navel...and that happens to be my absolute favorite part on a guy, especially my guy.
Oh. My. Gawd. Oh my.....the thoughts that ran through my head would make my mother blush. Hell, they're making ME blush. Wow. Just wow.....
My husband needs to come home, and damn soon.....