Different kind of boobday shot today – but fear not… boobs.
Sometimes when she wants to, um, push my buttons… this is how I’ll find her, just laying around. Sometimes TV, sometimes at bedtime, sometimes randomly.
I’m constantly having to remind myself of the “no touching without permission” rule.
I dunno if boobs can be pensive. But it seemed appropriate. What do you think?
I think it’s weird how, after a night of tossing and turning, suddenly those sheets, the temperature, the new day, the laziness – all combine to be soooooo comfortable. The smallest swell in the sheets, the folds of the blanket, all of it combines to make it very tough to want to get up and at it for another day.
I still find myself dismayed and surprised by the mechanics of pain. I’m not a full-on masochist… I don’t think (Charmer may think otherwise) but I have found that once I get past that initial bit starting off, things change. It sounds almost, well, mental at times.
I don’t know if it’s “sitting and waiting” or “plotting and scheming” or “being coy.” But this picture seems to wrap up all sorts of thing happening here in the Snake den. Lots of thoughtful times and many different angles to life.
Sounds really ominous or deep, but really it’s just taking things one moment at a time and stepping off into the future. 🙂
I’m a sucker for comfortable – her in my shirts, comfortable fabrics – the casual stuff. I like the leather and lingerie, don’t get me wrong, but as often as not, just lounging around, I can look up and just grin.
So, here you go – Comfy Pjs. Happy Boobday!