“Wow! You’re hot!,” he says, obviously slap-on-your-ass plastered.
“I know,” purring Cheshirely.
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Wham, Bam, Thank You Sir.
Driving east, I’m oddly at ease. Bryan is the most honest man I’ve ever met and he’s in his element on a night like this. Confidence soothes my nerves. I have every right be apprehensive. As transformative moments go, this party has potential to make the Top 5. Not that I keep track of that sort of thing. (Puberty, Yoga, Prozac, Storytelling, Driving alone across America – if you do keep track of that sort of thing.) Tonight is a friendly gathering of kinksters at my leather daddy’s house. Four days ago I texted Marten, “If you wanna tie me up Saturday night and make me a party favor for select guests it would make my weekend ;-)” Continue reading Wham, Bam, Thank You Sir.
Good Neighbors
I knock so gently there’s barely a noise. I fiddle with the belt on my long jacket, a bulging knot of thread where seams meet is starting to fray. I notice things like that when I’m nervous. I kinda wish I’d taken a pain pill earlier. I’d be more relaxed but it’s been over 6 days since my last one. The longest I’ve gone this year is 14 days. That was back when I had a job and steady income. The pain started to seem worth it for once. I slept more, drank less. Felt like I finally had wind beneath my wings. I wasn’t prepared for my first summer job in a port city. Continue reading Good Neighbors