![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I went out to Deville's tonight. The music wasn't as good tonight, most of it some band doing Jerry Lee Lewis music, and while the guy was very good, it wasn't really my deal. I prefer mid sixties stuff, to late sixties and early seventies. I dunno. The vibe was a little mellow.
Not that it mattered. Day three of my period and the last thing I needed was caked on make-up, contacts squeezing my eyes and uncomfortable dresses, but I did it anyway cause I miss my friends and I like seeing them. Had heaps of fun with Roger, Adam and Froggie. Love you, guys. And with Tina and Tommo of course, but I always have fun with those fuckers and I see 'em all the time.
I left about 11:00, and now I'm finally lying down in my jim-jams after washing off all my make-up, taking off the stockings and the dress and the uncomfortable U-bra, taking off all my jewellry, kicking off my heels. You know what's better than sex for me these days? I tell you.
Slipping on my silk pyjama pants. Taking off my bra and sliding into a baggy, freshly washed t-shirt. Climbing into bed, puffing my pillows, and just sinking into the mattress. Cuddling down, closing my eyes, and NOT moving. No moving. Just breathing. I can feel my body absolutely *tingle* with relief. It is crying out in pure joy that I have stopped putting it under stress. My body is saying, "YES! Oh YES! This! MORE OF THIS! Oh yes... lie... absolutely... STILL!"
And now... now I'm going to eat an icecream and watch Mythbusters. And perve on Tory and Kari.
And after that? I am going to SLEEP THE SHIT OUT OF MY NIGHT. I AM GOING TO SLEEP SO FUCKING HARD. Yeah. Fuck yeah.
Not that it mattered. Day three of my period and the last thing I needed was caked on make-up, contacts squeezing my eyes and uncomfortable dresses, but I did it anyway cause I miss my friends and I like seeing them. Had heaps of fun with Roger, Adam and Froggie. Love you, guys. And with Tina and Tommo of course, but I always have fun with those fuckers and I see 'em all the time.
I left about 11:00, and now I'm finally lying down in my jim-jams after washing off all my make-up, taking off the stockings and the dress and the uncomfortable U-bra, taking off all my jewellry, kicking off my heels. You know what's better than sex for me these days? I tell you.
Slipping on my silk pyjama pants. Taking off my bra and sliding into a baggy, freshly washed t-shirt. Climbing into bed, puffing my pillows, and just sinking into the mattress. Cuddling down, closing my eyes, and NOT moving. No moving. Just breathing. I can feel my body absolutely *tingle* with relief. It is crying out in pure joy that I have stopped putting it under stress. My body is saying, "YES! Oh YES! This! MORE OF THIS! Oh yes... lie... absolutely... STILL!"
And now... now I'm going to eat an icecream and watch Mythbusters. And perve on Tory and Kari.
And after that? I am going to SLEEP THE SHIT OUT OF MY NIGHT. I AM GOING TO SLEEP SO FUCKING HARD. Yeah. Fuck yeah.
