Floaty, subspacey tweets on the way home from an evening with Sir:
- *happy sigh*
- @SlipperyWhnWhet is "away" right now... Leave a message at the tweep... She will return your call when she comes out of orbit... ;)
- I can't cross my legs... My thighs are on fire... Ouch! That turnstile is going to get me... again...
- I hate that thing! You know that feeling of gilding after skating or treadmill? Feels cool gliding up the ramp to the ferry after Sir. :D
- Damn I'm hungry... Train going by... Had sex on and under trains. Loud on trestle two feet above your head... but intense...
- Have I mentioned I LOVE the hitachi?! Then I hate it... Then love it again... Then want to marry it!
- Ferry is here. Can't sit near any men. In a fuck-me-right-fucking-now kind of mood. All fired up still... Would jump about anyone... *grins*
- Ow! Forgot and crossed my legs again. Sir was very cruel to my inner thighs and clit. #VeryTenderBits
- Almost there and have to drive... Feet back on the ground now. Except for the visions of hot sex with men on this boat. Waves make it worse.
- I love it when Sir takes me past where I want to be to where I NEED to be. Thank you Sir.
- Walking alone through almost deserted parking lot at night... My mind is in the gutter... Rape scenarios in my head... I need to eat...
- Now safely home and exhausted. But still grinning...
