Therefore it seems we desire to fuck on the same day.
This has happened before, to Floyd Fan and me...the cold dark snowy day of Stockings In The Snow:

And I miss him.
I cannot deny this anymore.
I want the passion.
The tenderness.
The decadent lust.
Intelligent loving and intimate moments
All over again.

I have to wait. Slight issue of pennines and all that.
I have no desire to be anyone else's Bardot.

Anyhow, I'm far too voluptuous to be flat-packed!

Therefore, I still wait, with perhaps a search for the occasional intelligent comfort fuck to appease me...maybe.