laughs My father used to say "drink this" or "eat this" "it'll put hair on your chest"...and honestly at the time it seemed like the thing to do. Fortunately it never did cause that to happen.

*settling into the swing, sipping my hot drink and relaxing back. I get here just in time, the rain picks up. Enjoying this last day before real life grabs me again*

hungry ??

all Daddys talk got you hot??

Yes, Sir...Your girl is good, Master.
Feeling hungry for Daddy though...
glancing closer to your face before
looking away, heat blooming.

Not much gardening today; we have light rain this morning that is welcome! Garden doing fine except the okra, a little finicky getting it started, but lord I love it, and has big flowers too, almost like a Hollyhock.

Your girl is good, Master.
Feeling hungry for Daddy though...
glancing closer to your face before
looking away, heat blooming.

speak freely

but keep the proper kneel

Smiling I remember Casper, dressed like him once on Halloween, and my Dad told me stories about the ghost that helped, Casper, and he would affect the ball when I shot it and it would go IN!

Hows my kitten girl??

*eyes swirling with lust and desire
for you that kept me awake last night*

dark eyes glow with pleasure, awaiting permission
to speak.

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.