Apr. 13th, 2009

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M and I were cleaning the office this morning when I mentioned my breasts hurt.  "Want to see?"  Of course she said yes.
 
We went into the back, it was just us anyway, and I took off my shirt.  As I was taking off my bra, I told her how really we had intended to play light but about five minutes in I was in the zone, and he was in the zone and that we were in the zone.
 
She looked at my chest, criss-cross patterns of bruises, whip marks, and cuts scabbed over and smiled.
 
"Well, at least he's back on his game.  He was really slacking there for awhile," she teased.
 
Fin
 
I arrived home last night shortly before 11 pm.  I was exhausted, I still am exhausted.  The weekend was well worth the exhaustion.  I'll eventually tire of being exhausted and then I'll write a post (or two or three) about Frolicon. 
 
To be continued
 
[livejournal.com profile] boymeat , [livejournal.com profile] lolitasir , [livejournal.com profile] femmetron1  and I had just finished dinner on Saturday night.  I had lit up my cigarette as we walked out of the restaurant, and then handed one to Phil.  Moments later I was fishing in my purse for my keys, I couldn't seem to snag them.  I finally grasped a tampon.  Tampons are not keys.  But they are ecstatic dancers. 
 
So I helped the tampon dance on Phil's shoulder before returning it to my purse.  He looked at me and the tampon like we were both a little ... off.
 
But because I pleased the tampon, it helped me find my keys.  They were hiding between my wallet and my ipod.
 
Flushed.

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