Kitten Heels

I’ve re-read yesterday’s post and I realise how utterly stupid I must have sounded.

Of course I felt turned on by the smell of certain boys and not others, its friggin biology. All those pheromones telling me which male would be the best to mate with to produce good offspring and all that.

I told you I was feeling bastard broody didn’t I?

I suppose the strangeness is that I was noticing the smell more than I would have thought I would – is it time for me to make my babies?

Like good ol’ gub gub said – practice is always good and I don’t need those smelly boys for that!