Actor Cary Grant said he didn't necessarily advocate making love constantly. "Who can do it all the time?" he asked. "Thought I do try." Your assignment in the coming weeks, Scorpio, as revealed by the astrological omens, is to attempt what Grant aspired to: Do the wild thing as much as possible. Get busy before breakfast on the kitchen table and on your mid-morning break in the closet. Duck out of work early so you can get your freak on. Get a hundred more strokes and licks and kisses in before bedtime. Et cetera. And i you don't have a lover to help you out in this noble cause, then boink the wind, screw the sky and hump your dreams, make love to the universe.
Now how can I argue with that. The universe wants me to fuck my ever loving brains out. Ok. Bring it on.
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I am suprised you have any brains left Baby.
I've been saving them for a rainy day. Oh wait, it's raining now. Care to join me?
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