Timelies!
Trudy, so so glad Dallas is okay!
Two cool things happened so far this weekend. 1 - I held and cuddled a hedgehog! It was so cute and with white spines and just a sweetheart. Everyone at the party I went to was totally in love with the hedgehog.
2- Someone found my checkbook at their apartment complex and called me. When I said my purse had been stolen she asked "Was it a little black purse with a picture on it? I think I saw it in the woods." And now I have my purse back. My wallet is still gone, but I'm glad I got my purse back.
Can it be uploaded to Buffistarawk?
Yay for the purse being found. Nice that they took the time to find you.
Here's the video: [link] (That is, ready to download. You can't watch it online.)
Thank you so much. Also, yay for fast airport downloads. 76% 77%...
Boarding now.....
I love you Teppy! So much joy packed into 8-1/2 minutes. Thank you.
Outta here. New Orleans here I come.
Bye Laura, have fun!
I'm so glad they found your purse, Askye.
The sad part is that I was weeks late on being able to see the Jessica and Steph vids.
Oh hey! That's what I needed to do now that I have interbunny again! Thanks!
And thanks Teppy for re-posting.
My cat is sitting on the recliner avidly watching the Chisellers episode of Life of Mammals. At least he hasn't launched himself at the TV. Yet.
bitches has been a little porn-less for my taste lately.
Hey, I've been busy!
Um...here:
The bricks ground into the tender skin of her back, but she didn't care. His tongue dove into her mouth like a hot, wet Greg Louganis, and she kissed him back fiercely, the mingled flavors of tequila and Glenmoranagie where their lips met as intoxicating as the rough feel of his hands on the bare skin of her stomach. Those hands moved higher, skimming over the cups of her bra, and deftly popping the front clasp. Liberated from their lacy Bastille, her breast spilled free into his calloused palms. O liberte! O equalite! O...M&M's!
They both looked down as about fifteen M&M's clattered to the paving stones at their feet.
"Are those M&M's?" he asked incredulously.
I knew I should have worn a turtleneck, she thought as he reached up to pluck off a lone candy, clinging to the bottom curve of her left breast.
"Melts in your mouth, not in your bra?" she joked weakly.
He fingered the candy thoughtfully, a wry quirk to his lipstick be-smeared mouth. He cracked the candy between his thumb and forefinger, and the chocolate, liquified by the heat of her body, oozed out.
"Melts in your mouth, not in your hands, I always heard," he whispered as he rubbed the chocolate lightly over one breast. "Let me find out..."
Now I know why I can't get the guys! I don't have M&Ms in my bra!
