… I feel like a really heavy-duty scene, laden with implements, pushing me to the edge and making the pent-up stress come bursting through my pores.
Yesterday wasn’t one of those days.
We both felt like a mellower scene, a simple but intense hand spanking, no implements. It was delicious. Sass was at a minimum, but he did manage to call me “Your Heinie-ness” at some point. (I’m sure he’s not the first to coin that. I’m not a huge fan of the term, but that made me laugh.)
We didn’t do anything fancy with photos, either, just a selfie or two on the couch. (Why am I getting a red squiggle under “selfie”? Get with it, Blogger. It’s a word. It’s officially in the dictionary.) I’m particularly fond of this one, poor quality and all:
And speaking of segues (I wasn’t, but I’m about to make one): Can someone please explain to me why feet are considered so fascinating? OK, I get the foot fetish thing, but I would think that would be more like nice feet with polished toes in some really sexy shoes. But plain bare feet? What’s the deal?
Steve (and others in the past) have said that it’s fun to watch my feet during a scene, because they are apparently very active. They twitch, they curl, they rub up against each other. I am not aware of any of this. Yesterday, Steve took two pictures of my feet. Said he just had to capture them, because they looked so cute. Really? My feet?? Personally, I don’t think they’re all that sexy. When you’ve been walking on something for 57 years, it’s bound to look a bit hard ridden. But thank goodness for a bit of softening and changing it to black and white.
I thought about posting the above on FetLife for the foot folks, but then changed my mind. There’s this one guy who seemingly spends his days combing FL for pictures of feet and commenting on them. And it’s always the same thing, again and again and again, with minor variations: “You have such beautiful wrinkled soles.” “I love your sexy wrinkled soles.” “I wish I could kiss those wrinkled soles.” I swear, sometimes I feel like if I read that one more time, I’m going to plant my wrinkled sole right on his ass. Dude… get a clue. Nothing with the word “wrinkled” in it is a compliment to a woman. Unless you’re cooing to your female Shar-Pei.
So last week I was jammed with work, and this week I have zero. I guess it’s my opportunity to Get Stuff Done. Funny how I can never think of the Stuff I so urgently need to Get Done when I have time for it. Happy hump day.