Filed under: really blushy, not entirely flattering photos I can only post when I have some booze in me.
nude
Another one taken of the absolutely bizarre poses my sleeping body takes when left to its own devices in a very large, comfy bed.
I spent most of yesterday collared and plugged.
It was a good day.
Wet hair.
Please ignore the messy room behind me, which I am ALMOST done cleaning.
Here’s a photo of my problematic boobs to break up all the text and vitriol on this blog today.
It was supposed to rain yesterday and it didn’t. It felt like one of those April days where you get a brief respite from the rain and everything is green and lush and, for a brief moment, you start to remember what warm weather felt like.
I’ve got a busy day today, but I had a really, really good date last night. It’s the first time I kind of did ethical non-monogamy with the training wheels off (as in, without Sir or Daddy there) and felt it was successful (as opposed to the snoozer the other day.) I’m excited about the potential with this person, but I’m also just proud of myself for being brave and letting go of my anxieties about doing this stuff by myself.
The green return
I’m seeing Sir in a week, which I am so excited for.
We had a talk last night where we went over some of the tough stuff about distance and the state of the relationship. And one of the things we agreed on, oddly enough, was that we wanted to get to a point where finally seeing each other doesn’t just mean two or three days straight of sex.
So, we made some plans for this trip that involve doing stuff with our clothes on, like going on a double date with That Guy from My Frat and The Redhead.
I miss seeing this in the morning.
The butt and the breakfast made for me.
I think I’d enjoy a day where my knees can’t leave the floor.