…and sometimes I don’t feel ashamed at all.
I’m house-sitting for my inlaws. I always feel uncomfortable in their home because everything is so fancy and breakable…. but now no one is here to inhale anxiously as my curious hands tinker with things… -Heart <3
Something about imagining you prancing around your inlaws place naked holding precious objects makes me smile. Your shape is so pretty perched on that table and I love your long hair. Thanks for sending one in this week and I hope you had lots of fun while you were there.
I can’t help it, that chandelier is so sparkly and beautiful I spend 15% of all family dinners suppressing my urges to touch it.
This weekend has been a trip. I took a mini-getaway. I brought my camera, a book, my bong and my hitachi. I enjoyed some much needed solitude. I came almost a dozen times. I spent quality time with Daddy. Relaxed with my family. Participated in some Ewok appreciation after watching Return of the Jedi. Sang along to the RENT soundtrack for the billionth time in my life. Was hogtied for the first time. Was spoiled a little. Ate directed only by my taste buds, everything rich and full on my tongue. Stayed up too late. Got dolled up and took Kitten to a fetish event. Kissed her so much my lips were raw. And then tonight we’ll watch fireworks. But in the midst of it all I was thrown a curve-ball in my poly-situation. Not good, not bad, but unexpected. My head is a bit of a jumpy jumble and I need things to settle down a bit so I can process it all.
Timeout by Heart