Well, as promised earlier, here’s the opposite side (or at least a fun piece of it) of that fun outfit.
This was surprisingly easy as a Wicked Wednesday prompt. Not altogether all about kink, but…
“So, do you think this is too short to go out tonight?”
Seems like a good way to start the weekend….
I often have regrets after play time. But not maybe what you’d think. I often want more. I wanted to give more. I have a lot of “that wasn’t so bad, now was it? Why’d you struggle with it so?”
You know this. You know it takes challenging not limits that are set between us, but limits in my head. You’ve done it many times. You’ve shown that there’s nothing to fear… well, ok. Fear is good at times, it’s all a part of it. But nothing to mortally worry about anyway.
And waiting on a drink…and dinner.
It’s always nice to have a good profile shot, especially on boobday! I love getting to share Charmer’s profile, of sorts, with you…
I’ve always wondered if being, well, turned on, was a common experience between us. It’s such a weird experience, walking down that road of going from zero to 60 on the “interest” and “oh my” scale. I’ve wondered a lot if it’s the same for you as it is for me.
The desert southwest is about monsoons and heat in the summertime. This year has been no exception. Dry, dry, dry, DOWNPOUR, dry, dry, dry…
Doesn’t everyone watch this way?
As I’m sitting here, mindlessly reading, I get that tingly sensation. I’ve been so lost in my e-book, in staring out the window thinking about all of the things to come later today when I get in. But that feeling – the one I assume everyone gets when they are being watched.
SO, here I am.
Trying to get things done. Trying to concentrate on the mundane unconcentratable (it’s a word, I’m sure), and wishing Friday was over.