Friday, September 03, 2004
Hello
First off, I have a confession to make. Just now, I sat down at the computer to talk to you, and without even thinking about it, I started rubbing my left nipple. I'm sorry. I really am trying to remember.
This morning I was playing with that same nipple while driving down the freeway. It was really chilly - enough so that there was some frost on the windshield when I went out. So my fingers were cold, and felt so good on my bare skin when I reached inside my shirt (unbuttoned as usual) to pinch my nipple. It felt so good, and made me feel just a bit closer to you.
Not something I will do too often, as it kind of took my mind off the road, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Fun, exciting, and just a bit frustrating, as I know I won't get any relief until we release the next service pack. I'm torn between wanting to release tomorrow, so I can have some fun over the weekend (and you know what kind of fun I'm talking about, don't you?) and wanting to wait until Tuesday, both because the work will be better, and because you'll be there while I'm describing what I'm doing.
The blinds are open, as ordered. I won't be sleeping in this weekend as the sun comes in pretty early, but then I have things to do anyway. Not the least of which is packing for the trip. I can't believe it is less than a week until I leave here, and seven days, four and a half hours until Friday at three.
I will be wearing the black skirt and black patterned blouse tomorrow when I see my author friend. I think he will probably notice a difference. The last time I saw him, I bought him lunch and he autographed his books for me. That was in November.
I can almost hear you telling me I've been up too long today, so I will head off to bed now.
Sleep well! Catch lots, or none at all if that's what will make the trip perfect for you.
First off, I have a confession to make. Just now, I sat down at the computer to talk to you, and without even thinking about it, I started rubbing my left nipple. I'm sorry. I really am trying to remember.
This morning I was playing with that same nipple while driving down the freeway. It was really chilly - enough so that there was some frost on the windshield when I went out. So my fingers were cold, and felt so good on my bare skin when I reached inside my shirt (unbuttoned as usual) to pinch my nipple. It felt so good, and made me feel just a bit closer to you.
Not something I will do too often, as it kind of took my mind off the road, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Fun, exciting, and just a bit frustrating, as I know I won't get any relief until we release the next service pack. I'm torn between wanting to release tomorrow, so I can have some fun over the weekend (and you know what kind of fun I'm talking about, don't you?) and wanting to wait until Tuesday, both because the work will be better, and because you'll be there while I'm describing what I'm doing.
The blinds are open, as ordered. I won't be sleeping in this weekend as the sun comes in pretty early, but then I have things to do anyway. Not the least of which is packing for the trip. I can't believe it is less than a week until I leave here, and seven days, four and a half hours until Friday at three.
I will be wearing the black skirt and black patterned blouse tomorrow when I see my author friend. I think he will probably notice a difference. The last time I saw him, I bought him lunch and he autographed his books for me. That was in November.
I can almost hear you telling me I've been up too long today, so I will head off to bed now.
Sleep well! Catch lots, or none at all if that's what will make the trip perfect for you.
