Fishtone fleshnets
Fashion was flashin’ at Girl4Girl tonight.
Much bootiliscious eyecandy and delicious hotbootie-shaking in a wild mob of dykes, femmes and bi-girls(with just a spattering of gawking mens for kicks and giggles).
I had a lovely day all in all. Gave some sweet massage to my friend Cara this morning, worked on my ‘boobless’ painting and then made a pretty salad for dinner at Kitty’s. She put on an impromptu spaghetti dinner party with homebaked apple pie(how impromptu is that?) and we all lounged about sipping ice wine and making jokes that would have burned the ears off company less prurient in a split second.
Luckily no ears were burnt, though a few were definately nibbled.
Then off I went to hook up with a posse of pretties to go dance.
It was a grand evening all in all, though I didn’t really kiss anyone and the thing I enjoyed most was actually driving home in the wee hours, by myself… It was so foggy. There’s something so eerie about zooming along nearly empty fog-shrouded streets.
Maybe it’s also just ’cause I haven’t been driving that long(I got my license one year ago), so it’s still kind of a novel thing to be able to propel myself magically from home to party to downtown dance club and back again.
Just me, myself and Dakini.