Not So Fast
December 11th, 2007In cleaning my room today I found all my old event badges. With dates on them. It has been not quite two years since I first saw other people playing or having sex.
Sometimes it’s nice to cut myself some slack on having everything figured out right now.
Last night friends and I went through three bottles of wine. I woke up to the alarm this morning hungover, groggy, and smelling of sex. (Don’t worry, I showered.) I’m at the dungeon now, and I’ve had three excellent clients. My hands are bruised.
It’s dark outside, and cold, and I’m hungry and the break room smells of cigarettes. There are holes in the toes of my stockings. I don’t care. I can snuggle into my scarf and listen to the girls laugh.
December 11th, 2007 at 9:18 pm
Was hoping I might see you tonight, though I do know you’re busy these days.
Hope all’s going well for you
December 15th, 2007 at 8:33 am
Wine Good friends better
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