Self-shooting is a pretty awesome hobby because you can do it almost anywhere.
Also my new physiotherapist is really hot.
I have to stop myself from making eyes at her.
There is this total babe who I have talked to here and there for quite some time. I gave her my phone number recently and dared her to use it, and she was totally brave and it made my tummy do a little somersault.
We’ve been talking a lot these past few days. She says her spirit animal is a panther. So apparently I’m in some sort of feline phase. Or I’m turning into a crazy cat lady. Either way.
I’m doing that thing where I have a huge grin on my face when I’m texting her and I don’t really realise until someone says with an eyebrow raised “Who ya talkin’ to?” and I blush and they snicker.
The best part?
The ears are pose-able.
So I can adjust them according to my mood.
You know it, when you’re his girl.
I let Kitten pick the movie, she chose Aristocats.
She snuggled up against me and it finished by the time I built up the nerve to kiss her.
There is something about having such a pretty little girl curled up in your lap, my head was spinning in the nicest way.
We played with soft kisses, gentle kisses, my fingertips dancing on her jaw-line, everything was in slow motion. There was no rush, there was no audience, just her breath as her lips parted and I wondered what kinds of pretty little sounds she makes when she’s close to cumming…
Night 1 of trying to read instead of sitting at my laptop when I can’t sleep;