Addiction?

I think I might have a small problem on...er... with my hands. I can't seem to keep them from touching my pretty parts. Not that I can't keep my hand down my pants when I'm at work (don't want to get fired or spend too much suspicious time in the office's single w.c.). The addict in me comes out later... like when I'm alone on the couch at night (and Boytoy has gone to sleep), I cannot help but get myself all hot and bothered. And next thing you know I'm absentmindedly stroking a nipple or teasing my clit.

Maybe I've needed all this self love to help clear the writer's block I've had for the past few months. Masturbation got me back to the blog.