I'm on a panty craze. Cheekies and corsets tickle my taco lately. (Did I really just refer to my hoo-ha as a taco?)
My favorite pinup and vintage boutique always has a live model in front, delicious as a cupcake, but the real sweetness is in the quality of their garments. They could make a sexy vixen out of a jar of pickles.
Quality gentlemen flirted with me during my lonely sunday downtown stroll in which I was temporarily unhitched. Sparkly-eyed ones with skin like molasses. Of course I mentioned it to HB.
I enjoyed being single for the weekend. I felt powerful, and in unified rhythm with myself and the world.
I initially talked him out of coming home, but late at night we shared secrets we had never shared before, which gave way to fantasies, and it became so explicit that neither of us could resist another moment apart. He drove home in a hurry, and you can imagine the rest.
For myself, I learned that he is not a necessity, but an opportunity for deep companionship. Little else matters. As a bonus, we share some awful kinks! We've found resolution, and I predict brighter days from now on.
2:17 p.m. - 2009-07-21