Things are inexplicably better. I baked Ziti at Kenny’s house, and when there was 20 minutes left, he went down on me until the timer went off. It was awesome. He was gleeful, and beautiful. There was no small part of me that was scared and sad when he was grossed out by the period blood last time. This time, he was clearly excited and turned on by pleasing me.
Folsom Street Fair was fantastic. We spent about two hours on the couch at Wicked Grounds, I was in between Kenny and Dustin. Kenny was stroking my neck, and Dustin was grabbing my thigh. It was a dream come true. I don’t remember when I was last.... oh that isn’t true. It was a good moment, though. Satisfying, in a deep mahogany sort of way. Between the love and best fuck of my life, and the second best fuck of my life. Petting Dustin’s chest hair, and panting while Kenny touches my throat. It was like a lovely dream, I never wanted it to end. My two favorite Doms, caressing me. I’d fantasized about that a lot.
Kenny is just so sweet. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
I practiced Samba a little tonight. I feel like I’m getting a little better at it. No showcases yet, but I am having fun with it.
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