Robert Brault  (via natashakills)

(written this morning at 9am, but my phone is balls and didn’t publish)

I was fortunate enough to have a friend (she is definitely a friend now, not just a wonderful person who helps with my kids) take my kids to her place for the night so Misty and I could stay in.

Oh… the absolutely dirty, naughty, sexy things we got up to… So unbelievably delicious. I tease her saying s/he’s really a porn star, because she has the James Dean moves coupled with Stoya lovely-swoony-ness. Bailye Jaye with sparkly blue eyes?  *dreamy, relaxed, totally sore, and contented sigh* lol… oh god, I am happy…

Let’s just say, with a fantastic twist of irony, we played with a new toy I bought from Amazon that I had purchased with a gift certificate that Darth’s company had given me. That fact just popped into my head as I was sitting here having a big French toast breakfast (strawberries and whipped cream) at my favourite little restaurant.  A little more me time before I pick up the kids. It is a beautiful fall, crisp morning, and the full, rich coffee smell in this place envelops me like a good friend’s embrace. I don’t come here that often anymore, but it still feels like I’m Norm from Cheers (dear lord, did I just date myself or what?).

I’m wearing my Museum of Sex sweat shirt, that I bought with no shortage of tongue-in-cheekness. I am no longer a museum… I feel more like a stadium.  God, I am happy – did I say that already?. S/he makes my heart sing! I feel so deeply complimented by having her in my life – I am whole on my own… but Misty… s/he brings something that adds to my life. It’s as simple and as complicated as it is simply him/her!  S/he is this incredibly fantastic, flawed, creative doer, who can be emotionally distant while s/he is sexually present with everyone… but s/he lets me peek into her/him… a layer of the onion deeper than they average encounter.  I see peeks of myself through her/his eyes, and I love who I am in her/his eyes. I never want to lose me again. S/he makes me strive to be the best version of myself.

I need to work my book writing back into my routine. I must remember the girl who got lost, who made mistakes, found herself, made more mistakes, and then fell in love with the kindest, kinkiest, sexiest wo/man ever. Ever. It may be a trilogy. 

Off to pick up my wonderful peeps! *does a sound of music twirl in my head*