i drive home thinking about writing this. my finger is broken and suddenly that’s my entire personality.
j– tells me that a guy we met tonight, someone she describes as a predominant author, will definitely get off to the thought of me later on. says he likes blondes. i don’t mind the idea of it. if anything, it makes me feel good. like, yeah, go ahead dude – have a good time.
i wonder what i’ll look like in his mind’s eye, what kinds of things i’ll do for him. will i be freaky? dominant? submissive? what will his imagination do with my body? fantastic things, i’m sure.
i wonder too about why j– is telling me this. is it a covert message? i held my hand on her lower back for an extra long second tonight. a more than friendly second.
now i’m thinking i’ll take a shower to make sure i don’t bring the sins of the outside world into bed.
only my own are welcome there.
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