After the cold and ice, there were snuggles and warm blankets.
I didn’t think “boots” were a thing for me, when I first saw that they were the topic of this week’s Kink of the Week. After all, for all W’s obsessions with heels, they didn’t seem to include boots – unless you were talking ballet boots, of course. But then I gathered all my boots together for an accounting, and I realized: I might be the one with a thing for boots. I counted 21 pairs, to be exact. Knee high boots and ankle boots, thigh highs and cowboy boots. Shit-kickers and paddock boots, hiking boots and hiking boots with 5 in heels. Pointy-toed boots, boots with flat heels, brown and black and pink boots. Suede, leather, PVC and I-don’t-know-what boots. Daytime boots, nighttime boots, booty-call boots and these-boots-are-made-for-walking boots. “Adam!” I said, when we were getting packed for the weekend. I need my boots.” (I’d left a pair orRead more …
Okay, so this happened over the weekend. It was sooo much fun, in case you can’t tell.
I know, I know, it’s Valentine’s Day, so I should be posting something Valentine-y, right? <sits and ponders> Nope, ain’t got one. What I do have is this image, because sharing is caring, right? This is from the weekend too.
So yesterday I posted how it all ended (with me naked, in heels, on the ice. How the hell did THAT happen to a girl that hates the cold??) But how did it all start? This image was that Saturday morning. The guys, doing a foot clap, with me cuddled in the middle. It only got better after that.
Well hullo there! Looks like I missed some February Photofest days, but I do have an excuse: I have just returned from a weekend away with both guys. It was a weekend of good friends, much laughter, and an inordinate amount of debauchery and sex with the guys – but with no internet connectivity. We did, however, take lots and lots of pictures, which I will gladly bombard you with for the next however-many-days left in February. It really was so much fun, and I did some things I never thought I’d do, and lots of things I was hoping to do. Where to start, where to start? Well hell, maybe I’ll start at the end (because I can’t ever do things straightforward.) Dancing naked on a frozen lake in 18 degree weather. That’s a thing I never thought I’d do.
What do YOU pack for a weekend away with both your guys?
And now I shall partake of reward number two…
I’m trying to convince myself that getting up earlier is worth it. But sometimes… it just feels lonely.
This is the whipping dance.