my own desperate housewives moment

i am sitting here at my kitchen counter lusting after the yummy guy who is cleaning my mom's house. damn- is that wrong? he has no idea i am writing this right now.

i am a naughty girl. teasing young boys is going to be my new hobby. my mom ran to the store and we stayed here. the time was spent by me persuading him to show me the goods* and vice versa. there was a little smoochie smoochie here and there...ah, gotta love the young guys. i may be done w/older guys forever.

when my mom looks the other way, my ass gets grabbed. or when he walks by my hand "accidentally" brushes his package. sly flirty glances happen when in company, dirty conversations while we are alone. i know i probably shouldn't go down that road w/this guy. i'm kinda starting to dig him. uh oh.

must keep things professional. must stop looking at this kid like a piece of meat. must...stop...lusting...

*ps- the goods were...uh, better than good!