marieceleste

slept 10 hours overnight. i'm rested now but, man, is my sleep schedule gonna be messed up.

the image of you up-ended had led to a certain tumescence in my trousers and wishes you were nearby. spent and sore, indeed!

for that special tingle and the pleasant thought i'll carry the remainder of the day, i sincerely thank you. now, what can i do for you?