I have an appointment with the gynecologist today.
I’m not saying this is how I’d want it to go.
But I certainly wouldn’t complain.
squirm
Hi, can I live here sometimes? Vacation? Maybe?
So, who do I have to talk to if I want to spend an evening that way?
Well, that’s one hell of a way to mark a trail.
I guess if you get lost, you can just follow the whimpers.
God, what is wrong with me?
So, Sir just gave me a new rule that Full Friday is now Flirty Friday, which entails that I have to send a nude to someone that isn’t him.
(Obviously, someone we both know would be trustworthy about that sort of thing.)
As much as I pouted and whined about it, I’ve got to admit I’m not totally against the idea.
It’s the gentleness of it that really gets me.
What is it they say about snakes in the grass?
Squirm.
So I’ve got this fantasy where a handful of people gather around to just sit and watch me in a situation like this. Just to talk and laugh, have a few drinks, maybe occasionally pull the chain between the clamps or brush my hair off of my face.
I guess I just really, really like that sort of inattentive attention. Like a bunch of people crowded around me, but also being absorbed in their own business. So I’m just kind of the background noise to whatever else is going on, but I’m still clearly a focal point.
The Wartenberg wheel looks like a silly little pizza-cutter and never fails to make me feel goofy when I’m using it. Nevertheless, I love the sensations and the reactions the wheel elicits.
Did somebody say pizza?