It’s always a semi-out-of-body experience when vanilla friends convert and you’re now their Fairy Kink-/Swingmother.
“Hy, Hy, Hy….!” They vied for my attention.
But they are my framily and I love them and I’m happy I walked them through their transition.
Loooong mother fucking Monday.
Got home from that dinner on a steamy patio wearing frumpy work clothes and went straight to bed. Pulled out my phone to doze off to Friends and remembered I hadn’t written yet. Fuuuuuck.
I’m loving that this is considered posting. I feel so naughty.
Wednesday night Elliot is coming over and cooking me dinner. There will be balsamic vinegar and garlic and honey. What that means exactly is beyond me. Beef? Lobster?
I wonder if I’ll finally get to see his sausage.
God I hope his wife says yes.