what makes this good

Engaging in flirty banter knowing that if a connection is there, the repartee could progress to the fluttering of my lashes at him over coffee, perhaps the subtle touch of his hand to my knee under the table, or his palm pressed firmly on the small of my back, a first kiss to explore new lips that quickly turns from tentative to frenzied with the promise of more thorough tasting the next time...that autonomy is magic.

tassel twirling

Fancypants date night is coming up this weekend with Mr. Man and friends and motherfucking BURLESQUE baby!!!! I ez sooo excited!!!!

Did I ever tell you about that time Frances and I were in a random hotel room and I did a tassel dance for her? The boobies were swingin' that weekend for sure. I miss her. But lucky for me, there is a trip to a bucket list city with her and company on the horizon! Bring it.

Peace, love, and pasties!

Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret. Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name.

- Panic At The Disco

That wood. Those lips.

Recent text conversation...Me: Whatcha doing? Him: Tired. Just chopped wood for the past three hours. Me: Swoon What is it about a man doing rugged, manly (albeit stereotypical) things that is so fucking sexy? Who cares really, it just is.

I was practically on my way to the above wood chopper's house a couple of Sunday afternoons ago (well, I'd showered and shaved, which is half the battle) and a family issue came up on his end so I just put on my jammies and hopped into bed with a book. Still a good night, if not as sexy of one as I had anticipated. We'll make up for it another time.

Know what's also sexy? Womanly things like a set of full, luscious, biteable, lickable, pouty lips. That's what. Here's mine.

what just happened?

I passed on going to Cash's tonight for reasons that are legit, but sound lame now and make me feel really old. Here's a list.

• I would have had to get out of a cozy warm bed and change from comfy leggings and an ill-fitting tank into something sufficiently alluring
• He lives 45 minutes away and I'd already driven 100+ miles today
• I knew I'd be there all damn night and would be miserably tired tomorrow because I have a child who doesn't care (and shouldn't) about mom's booty calls. In other words, sleeping in for the amount of recovery time I'd need is not an option.
• The prep was overwhelming and would've taken over an hour...shower, shave legs/armpits/naughty bits, fix hair, do makeup, get dressed
• Prep time, one hour +. Drive time, approx. 2 hours round trip. That equals 3 hours of lameness for about 5 hours of sex and conversation. I suppose that's not bad but I wasn't feeling those odds tonight.

I told him I might could come over tomorrow afternoon, but I have work on Monday and couldn't stay past a reasonable hour.

I would like to turn in my responsible adult card immediately.