Whoa. I kind of feel like this is the Rule 63 of me O_o
*scrolling down*
Oh hey, that’s a damn cute person.
*read the caption*
…I have no explanation for why this should be THAT compelling.
…I’m sure my brain will start working again soon.
…aaaaany minute now.
Oh hey, I know you wrote this forever ago, but thank you! Very glad you’re enjoying it. ^_^
when we kiss she has too many tongues
I feel like some day I’m going to lean in to kiss NNtS and this will happen.
Ha!! We were talking about crabs, not lobsters, but That Guy and I were joking about kinky pinching crustaceans earlier today at the Pride Festival in my favorite local city park. :) :)
Taking care of someone while they take care of the rest of their life and being quietly satisfied and focused and absorbed, yes, perfect, good. I like this picture.
A month or so ago I went to the best play party I’ve yet been to. It was a fundraiser chock full of cool people and exciting activities, including all kinds of play, pedicures, bootblacking, a belly dance class, hot stripper pole action, and a raffle.
I bought a LOT of raffle tickets from the adorable ticket fairy. And I won prizes! Three prizes, actually, it was almost embarrassing to be so lucky.
One of the things I won was a hand-painted basket for bootblacking supplies that came with a w0wDELISHYUS rum cake. Mmmm, rum cake. The other two things were scenes… co-topping scenes in which I’d be the bottom, with people I’d never met, doing not-un-intimidating activities I’d never tried.
I remember standing there as the raffle wrapped up, thinking “I… I’m genuinely interested in these things but I don’t know if I would’ve necessarily committed to them if I hadn’t been tipsy, so, errrr, equal parts ‘goddamn it!’ and ‘good going!’, drunk self??”
This post is about the fire scene.
