good night sweet girl

I fell asleep last night to the feel of your hands caressing my curves.  The warm moist heat of your breath on the back and neck.   Your lips nipping at my shoulder and ear.  The slight tickle of body hair against the back of my thighs and ass.  The strength of you arms holding me close. Your nails biting into the swells of my breasts.  Your fingers digging in to my supple flesh and teasing to perfection.  My body writhed, arched, and stretched, my feet caressed and slid across the cool sheets.  My hands clenched and pulled at the pillowcase.  Your voice demanded in my ear “cum for me sweet girl.”  I surrendered and melted in bliss.  You tucked me in close and whispered “good night sweet girl” with a gentile kiss on the back of my neck and all was calm, wonderful, and right in the world.

It was an amazing dream....thank you for giving me that.

Skinny Jeans

I put on a pair of skinny jeans today.  This is not something I do very often.  Not sure why I thought my fat butt would fit, but I did it any way.  I looked in the mirror and realized that I was not as fat as I thought I was.  Sure enough I went downstairs and with dread stood on the scale.  WOW...I am down to 142 lbs from a whopping 158.  Then I really got excited when I realized that I had been weighing myself with out any clothes on and here I was completely covered, shoes and all.    I didn't realize how much junk food I was eating while living with hollow.  That is the only thing I can think that I am doing different, other than going to dance class and going dancing once a week.  I have not been eating nearly as healthy but I am not sitting in front of the computer snacking all day either.  Life is looking up.  I have a good job, I have friends, and I have my family and now I have skinny jeans.  YEAH ME.

Off for the week...

Once again I find myself at loose ends with way too much work to do.  Houston is calling my name.  I missed LUEY, my Grandmother came for a visit this weekend, maybe I'll make it next year.  There will be a play party or two this coming weekend.  Question is "Am I motivated enough to get my work done and head that way on Thursday?"  Once upon a time I was brave enough to get in my car drive down town and walk into a room full of people I didn't know, introduce myself and flirt.  After the turmoil that hollow caused in the Houston community, that bravado has burned out.  I fear that I will not be welcomed.  I fear that  people will whisper and talk behind my back,  I fear that they will ask me to leave.  For a social person, not being welcomed is a big issue. 

This little town rolled up it's streets for Spring Brake and there is nothing going on around here.  The local dance hall didn't even book musicians for the next few weekends.  Like I said, off for the week and at loose ends.  Oh well, maybe I will get motivated just enough to head to Houston.  Take my Aunt to the HLSR, hit the dance floor, and make it to a meeting, munch, or even a play party.  We'll see.