The last time I saw H, I borrowed their scarf. They keep saying I stole it but I’m giving it back when I see them tomorrow (squee!). I love how it feels wrapped around me like a memory of their touch.
The best kind of parties involve evil implements don’t they? And my friend used a favourite mean implement on my already bruised boobs. Very happy me!
I love bites and bruises. H loves to give me both. What I especially love is the combination of old yellowing bruises and new red, purple and blue bruises that give me a rainbow of marks all over my boobs. Thanks, H, for my pretty...