Monday morning

[mynewplace]

So, I'm doing taxes, and I'm doing laundry, then I disappear from the face of the earth. I mean, Leigh heard from me a bit, but as far as you all know, boom - I'm gone. heh

I'm going to try and have a really good week with Scarlett. We're off to a good start, no screaming on either of our parts, no temper, and that's the way it works most weeks of the month. So I have no reason to think this won't be a good week.

I'm going to try and pick up my prescriptions, and I hope I have a little left to pay a bill after. But I bet I won't. That's okay, I'll live, with or without cable.

My back is hurting in my kidney area, which likely means PMS is picking up speed, and I'll be on the downhill run this week. Bet it interferes with my weekend. I'd like to watch the Superbowl with Brent, but I don't know where he's gonna watch, and the timing of the game conflicts heavily with the schedule I follow on Sunday evenings, picking up Scarlett and taking her home to prepare for school the next day. Chances are good that I won't be watching football. Such is life.

Brent nudged me hard last night. You see, he has certain skills that are legendary, and not only within his own mind. But I don't mention them much here, or to anyone that I know, and that's mostly because I'm a jealous possessive harridan. It's MINE Itellyou! MINE! Well, he's been bragging on me to his friends, and he needs me to return the favor. Granted, if I ever MET any of his friends, my face would likely burst into flames because as all of you know, I am a filthy dirty girl.

F.I.L.T.H.Y.

I might not be kinky, but I'm dirty enough for two. So he said last night that he wanted me to write what had just transpired between us, and "tell them how fantastic I am. Tell Them. And then I want to read it, because the way you write, I know it'll make me hard." So I did. I wrote it all down, and I posted it over in bbw_literotica. I'm going to post it here, too, later tonight, because there's some preliminary information I want to include here on my journal. I'll probably lock it, since I don't know who reads this journal any more. And I think I'm going to put it in an email over at my photo group, too - those guys have an insatiable sexual curiosity.

And that's all the news that's fit to print right now, folks. I'm so tired.

Comments

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[kokopelleigh.livejournal.com]

awww, c'mon. no need to share the tools, just the instructions! :)

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[sapphirescarlet.livejournal.com]

Funny you should mention that. He seems particularly bent on YOU knowing how good he is. I think he wants to compare notes on technique.

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[kokopelleigh.livejournal.com]

well...it may just be the 34 hours of no sleep clouding my head, but ...me? why?

hmm. i'll just wait on your post.

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[sapphirescarlet.livejournal.com]

Oh, you know, that whole "you need to be with a woman" thing. You're friendly, he knows I like you, vice versa, etc., plus I talk about you on occasion, to try and plant the "hang out with the Tillers" idea in his head. He actually said last night "now, if you ever go down on Leigh, you need to remember...." I think he believes if he talks about it enough, I'll change my mind on the whole subject. It probably doesn't help that I occasionally look at a woman and say "hmmmmm"

[(Anonymous)]

I'd love to see this upcoming entry of yours. :)

[i-love-tazzus.livejournal.com]

I wrote that blurb, just to be sure...

[sapphirescarlet.livejournal.com]

Well honey - it's there. You're on my friends list, you should be able to read it. I posted it last night.

[sapphirescarlet.livejournal.com]

Did you find it? It's friends locked, but you should be able to see it if you're signed in.