Bedtime is inevitable.
Comfort, however, is not.
comfort
Teehee.
Once a week, three friends and I meet up to watch movies. The cast of characters of the movie-watching group have wound up being:
- Craftsmate – The classmate who found my tumblr and proceeded to give me an identity crisis.
- That guy from my frat – A former hookup who has now become a rather good friend. And, much to my mixed dismay and amusement, has become friends with Craftsmate.
- The Redhead – A friend of mine who helps run a student organization with me. I have pretty solid evidence that she, along with everyone else in the room, is kinky as all get-out.
Sometimes, I glance around the room at them and try not to die from laughter or irony or whatever else. It’s strange how things work out, but I’m learning to be comfortable with the weirdness.
Playdate with Popcorn, Part 1
I was all nervous about texting Popcorn after we messed around, but Penthouse insisted she would want to. And, lo and behold, when I picked up my phone she had already texted me thanking me for letting her see me leashed.
Except, I was way too anxious about texting her still and Penthouse had to sit there, play with my hair, calm me down, and then text her for me. Really. Because I’m bashful and apparently still in middle school. But he was a very good sport of listening to me get all nervous and then giddy and then everywhere in between.
But, the plans to get together later that evening were made and things were looking peachy.
Under your skin, 1966
This photo is unrealistic. Not for the lady specifically, but because no airplane has seats that comfortable. Let’s be real here.