All shackles and bows
I'm a Sagittarius, we travel. Like not we save all year, then spend a week with a mouse in February. Once when I was in high school I realized I would have $20 left over after filling the tank in my banana yellow Monte Carlo, so I went to the Cape instead of class. And listen Linda, 30+ years later, the memory of that trip reminds me what a badass I have always been. It soothes me when I feel restless. Yes, I actually agree, one does need algebra as an adult. But not nearly as much as you'll need a memory that tells you, just do the thing, and trust it will work out.
A few weeks ago my plans to see my top had to be cancelled. I backspaced a novel in this space, <right here>. It read something about anger being a mask we use to cover sadness. But also, fuck that emo noise.
So I gathered up half my investments in my immortality, and we jetted to the mountains for 2 days. It was four days before we reached novelty saturation, and then we returned home.
My top is not a Sagittarius, but his travel calendar puts mine to shame. When I cancelled we tried to synchronize our Swatches. I have this holiday thing, he has that work thing, this day doesn't work, that weekend is full. It seemed it would be at least a month before we could try again. Out loud I said, that works Sir. Before I could stop myself, my inner voice said, we are not agreeing to that, fuck that, now, I want to see him now. A week later, he said I'll be in xxxxxxx tomorrow. Fiona and I were tucking in to a beautiful hotel in xxxxxxx that evening.
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