Ugh. Staring at my schedule for next week and all I can think about is how much I’d rather have my face buried between someone’s thighs right now. Is there anything more perfectly distracting than the taste of a wet cunt? The way someone squirms when you get your tongue exactly right... It’s a far more satisfying puzzle than budget allocations. Don’t look at me like that. A president needs her stress relief, and some of us prefer it to be mutually beneficial.