Are you planning gardening projects for the day or resting?
mpph?
Well I hope they have the Casper and Wendy type temperaments then. lips curving into a warm smile
Poolside
Snaps fingers for a refill.
later
Good morning; happy Sunday; I get that about being startled by guests; my library is inhabited only by ghosts.
Sees that You have company...walking to Your
chair and sinking to my knees before you, resting
my ass just above my heels, placing my hands palm up
upon my thighs which i spread wide for your view.
My back is straight, chin tipping up to show off Your
collar around my neck. Your brand ADR is upon my flesh,
two rings you pierced and placed in each labia are held together
with a tiny ADR charm. Dark hair tumbles down my back
as i gaze close to Your face, awaiting your notice.
Or not.
Good morning! raising a warm smile along with a cup in greeting. You must always forgive me Panurge. I never really expect anyone to speak so I could be just sitting here thinking.
chin rising as a bubble of laughter leaves my throat
Knocking on the door; holding second cup of morning coffee.I get that, ambout focusing on the minutia.
*laughs*I can imagine
it was a nice gesture
especially when it is just for their female
Drops some good in for the Koi... Is it possible that they recognize me, as they dance through the water? They're already kinda frenzied because of the drops on the surface. Heads out to the gazebo, barefoot in the grass*
*drifting outside, coffee in hand, the sounds of raindrops hitting the ground all around me. Sighs softly, finally home, having slept the night in my own bed. Which is way more comfy that the ones I've used all week, in spite of them not really being that bad*
Poolside
kitten
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but, as you can see, she loves them.
most switches I know, have said the same
Walks through the dark stone passageways beneath the
castle, bare feet silent on stone flagged floors.
Letting my fingers brush over the rough stone of the walls.
Passing by implements of torture, gazing and some
curiously until i reach the large dungeon of my Master.
I tend to get chatty when one of the P's passes on. But I'm not really. I'm writing in lieu of talking.