Misty and Me…

On one of my FL pictures I’ve captioned it with, “Misty and me. Sounds like a movie… or a song… or a dirty, dirty story.” 

S/he told me about an idea s/he had for a reality TV show, “Transvestite At Night” and today in some texts she said, “Good thing there wasn’t any TV series recording last night!”

Ooooh, I don’t know, I think it would have been a damn sexy and funny episode. I bumped into (but not be recognized by) a client of mine from work. S/he managed to get herself wedged between a tv husband and wife who both want to have sex with her/him but don’t want the other to know about it. High drama that could end in heart ache and lost friendships – I don’t envy Misty that situation, but I couldn’t help laughing… Misty truly exudes sexiness, it would surprise me if someone *didn’t* want to have sex with him/her! S/he introduced me, had me inspected by, a friend of hers (who she had mentioned before as having the biggest penis s/he had ever seen), that moment was incredibly hot and made me feel deeply submissive and very cherished. I’ve got freaky ideas of romance.

We put on a bit of a show in the boys bathroom that had one gentleman coming up to me afterwards and telling me that he had traveled all the way from Victoria for tonight’s event and we had made the trip worth it. I took that as very high praise. I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

On the way back to the truck we were attempted to be picked up by a young man, and that led to a hilarious exchange that had Misty and I laughing our asses off.

There was even naked shenanigans with some police officers. Well, we were the naked ones, and I got the good cop. Which led to more laughing.

And then we had breakfast chicken.

And snuggling.

And I came home.

I miss her/him already, but am warmed by more wondrous memories we made…

I am blessed.