nods. rt tends to pull Me away sadly..

caresses your hair softly...

Waiting for You

*waves*

conquer the world.... and come back...

*nods her head*

thank you....

*giggles*

I am pleased to see You Mistress it's been a few days

I'm well slut.. relaxing with a drink.. a nice quiet evening

Kissing you softly

I need to help mom be back in a little while

*returns the kiss to an invisible Lover*

Ah
I didn’t realize that

Wide open for me during the day

How is your day looking tomorrow?
Mom has her CT scan at 1

It’s actually a convent place now

Rehearsals
"I guess I didn't? I mean at some point I broke all expectations on me and at that point it wasn't an ordeal it was just a trait as plain as being short or blonde."

As was typical for her, she kinda just worked backwards, nodding and attempting to continue to exist as a visual barrier at your side, propped up on an elbow like this were just some casual talk between friends at a sleepover…

…regardless of the apparent and extremely key difference, but what was she going to do, the endeavor right now was to avoid putting pressure on it… figuratively and literally.

"If you had a naked mole-rat fetish I'd, uh…"

The discipline of Holly's eye-line faltered for a split second.
There was no way, right???

"God I wish I could say something useful to you right now, but we're from totally different worlds, Leo. Maybe coming out is tantamount to confronting the entire basket of issues, like it is the lens by which you finally get to confirm or learn exactly what the problem is…"

Well now they were still quietly talking to each other, and as stagehands and other people were starting to wrap up their fives, there was a greater need to actually start talking about the Play.

"Alright, well…" Oh good, Lower-Leo appears to have calmed.
Holly pivoted, swung her legs off the side, and bounced her way back to her feet. "I'm gonna go to costume! Gonna get to my mark in like two minutes?"

Because the part that Holly wasn't talking about was just what all of this meant to her, how it affected her thoughts and suffused her own brain with a delight of chemicals. Even if it was just incidental, non-specific, unattached… an irrational part of her spun in circles, spun the dynamo and generated an internal electricity.

Something she'd have to go hide now that she had an opportunity to escape for a minute or two.

How are You this evening Mistress?

Yeah kinda

She has to be with her husband and his “group”

why hello My new lil slut..

*winks at whisperer*

be Strong... Ruthless....