I sit on the other side of my bedmate as he chats for us with a 23 year old male and just yesterday I was wondering why it seems woman I’ve met are being hard to nail down. No pun intended or perhaps it is. A bowl of fresh watermelon sits by my side. I love the Spring for its abundance of fresh fruit, sunshine, big hats, and sun dresses. I had been out all day in the most amazing weather Monday and it seems despite my sunscreen I still have a bit of sun on my face. I always seem to have a hard time doing much work on dental check up days so when 3 o’clock came around Happy Hour was calling my name. What else are you supposed to do but sip drinks on a patio snacking with a cool breeze on a 78 degree day. It was an extremely relaxing day. After Sundays event of trying to get Sigmund to stand still for a second while we took pictures of him in the Bluebonnets. Monday was a much needed break.
Little did we know that taking Sigmund to a field of Bluebonnets was going to turn him into a flower eating monster. Just picture this cute loveable puppy attacking flowers as though he’s animal from the Muppets. I had no idea I had a flower destroyer in my midst. The flowers didn’t last long, the photo shoot didn’t last long, and Sigmund looked to be as happy as a bug in a rug.
I keep having this raging young cock distract me. It’s time for multitasking… chatting with him, while I’m typing my entry, and my bedmate is fucking me. The dog is under my desk chewing on his toy and every time I moan he squeaks it. This is perfect, a picture of a raging hard on in one hand, a raging hard on inside me, and the prospect of more this weekend. What better way could I end the day!?
Sunday’s Bluebonnet shoot with Sigmund
