“If they’re really bothering you, sweetheart, I can take the clamps off now,” Penthouse suggested while we were in the pizzeria.
I looked up from my food, “you mean in the bathroom?”
“No, silly,” he laughed. “I’m not going to take you into the bathroom right in front of everyone. That would just be embarrassing, wouldn’t it?"
I huffed and stared down at my hands while he continued to chuckle.
Via vicious-rumors
Beefeater is my gin of choice, so this is clearly prophetic.
Out to celebrate my birthday tonight with the people I love.
Thank you for all the lovely messages, followers.
Twenty-two and in need of a spanking.
Which makes my birthday different from every other day in this past year solely on the basis that I’m now twenty-two.
That other part’s pretty constant.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me.
Still waiting on my orgy.
Happy Birthday to meeeeeee.
(Juss kiddin’. I don’t need an orgy to make me a happy birthday girl.)
(But it wouldn’t hurt.)
The weather outside is frightful.
And we all know what happened last time.
Come talk to me. Shoot the shit, ask me questions, keep me company. I’m bored and cold. There’s a crapton of you and like only 3% have actually introduced yourselves to me.
And, yes, Craftsmate’s going to come by again. Sheesh.
EDIT: Thank you for the fun, you guys. And now I am off to bed.
Does it count as public nudity if my penis is in your mouth?
I’ve been learning to be flexible.
To not always know exactly what will happen, to not fear the unknown so profoundly, to not be so set in my ways of how I believe things should go.
And so I thank everyone who has been sending such sweet messages of support, advice and empathy over my triumphs and blunders in exploring my poly side. I am so appreciative to see that you all have my back.
And a special thank you to whyexactly for posting this little nugget and making me blush like crazy.
I also just noticed my queue spat out parts two and three of Easing out the Kinks in reverse. Grrrr.
Penthouse and Craftsmate texted me the night before Christmas Eve to inform me that they had a long, valuable, civil conversation and effectively communicated how they were feeling.
I guess being mean to me helped them bond a little bit. Both said the whole thing on the couch was the best, surprisingly least awkward part of the day.
So, I sent them both a text after receiving positive reviews almost simultaneously from each about the other, essentially expressing that they were impressed with the others’ maturity about the whole thing and how well their conversation had went.
All’s well that ends well, I suppose. Even if hyping this birthday orgy is cruel and unusual, it was a lovely present to have things run smoothly.
Even hard candy melts.
A little red bum and some flushed cheeks would definitely match the ensemble.
Just saying.