Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

A squishy marshmellow of a girl. And now I’m just turning into a squishy marshmellow of a girl. Furtive handholding, a quick kiss, and an early escape throughout last night. The corset - sexy and cleavage-enhancing though it is – kept slipping down, revealing more nipple than I like to show at people’s 21st birthday dinners. In fact due to the presence of her, him and, of course, the birthday girl herself, we’re thinking of starting a diaryring. The ‘I’ve seen ladyvivien’s boobs’ ring. Worryingly there are at least two other people on Diaryland who weren’t there but can still join…So any nice, obliging gold members fancy starting one for us? (you know who you are, missy. You may be in Japan but that doesn’t mean you’re safe from my wheedling). So now I’m crashed out on a bed with the scent of her still clinging, mixed in with the sweet-smelling, pretty pink soap. And I’m missing her already, damning the distance between us that grows greater with every swish of the train’s wheels. Last night just wasn’t long enough, the few hours we had this morning far too short. Slipping into my kitchen at some ungodly hour, my concerned flatmate solicitously inquired if he was being too loud and keeping me up…It wasn’t until he heard us leave that he twigged I wasn’t the only person wide awake last night. The scary thing isn’t that I could get used to this. It’s that I already have. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower