That's all I want to give up today.
My mouth.
My shoulders, clavicle, breastbone.
String of pearls.
Strands of hair tickling naked skin of my back, my nape.
Thin black strap about to fall off my shoulder.
Smooth skin bare and exposed, awaiting bites and kisses and ravishing.
Am I trying to tease?
Am I trying to elicit a response?
Is it all my fault when I give you pieces of me
and then complain when fantasies are projected onto these 2 images?
Yes, it's all my fault.
If I don't eroticize myself, who will?
Respond however you wish.
Or not.
I'll still be here.

This week has been emotionally exhausting.
Overdose on the Self-Examination.

My house is one of the ones totally shafted by NorthPoint/Telocity.
So no DSL for the DJ this weekend, and who knows when next?
So all communique will have to be multi-tasked into the work day.
Which is tough because it's so busy.
Usually I write and/or respond to email late at night or very early in the morning.

Have a wonderful weekend, wherever you are.