i love her :)
that awkward moment when right after solo-ing, you take a photo of your taste on your hand to send to a new playmate along with the text, “where is your mouth when i need it, darlin?”, send the picture message, & then your mom calls.
i’m gonna shower now :T
yesterday: purchased bed restraints with wrist & ankle cuffs, 2 rolls of black vetrap & a black infantry knife online.
today: picking up jarred, religious candles before work - parrafin wax :)
tomorrow: brunch with a professional domme & friends.
monday: free day!
tuesday: beta is coming over at 10am to clean my room while i sleep. she will also be bringing new curtains to replace my sun-bleached ones. then she’s driving me to my afternoon meeting.
i love my life. a lot.
oh… to come home to this….
this happened during my bartending shift a few days ago. it was a queer ladies night. i used to think this girl was cute. her trans boyfriend is easy on the eyes as well. ran into her making my way back to the bar from the restroom.
her - “hi! there you are. i’ve been looking for you.”
me - “hi! how are you? where’s your boyfriend, darlin?”
her - “home. we’re in an open relationship.”
me - “oh. ok. well, please tell him i said hi. love seeing you two each week.”
her - “yea… he’s really hot. he always gets play. nobody really hits on me.”
me - “you’re BOTH hot. don’t be silly.”
she drunkenly eye fucks me & goes in for a kiss which i back away from.
her - “so.. what? you don’t wanna make out? are you not hitting on me?!”
me - “no. i just flirt with everyone. i rarely hit on anyone.”
her - “oh? and why is that?”
me - “honestly? because i’m a sadist & not many girls here are masochists.”
confusion washes over her face.
her - “well…. i’m not into that religion. i’m jewish.”
me - “yea…. it was nice running into you. have a good night, darlin.”