🔮 What are you doing right now? 🔮

Sitting on the sofa with the dog. Just got home from seeing Carl Palmer in concert, and took the pooch for a walk. Just chilling now.
 
I don’t have any classes today, I’m alone in the house. I brought the laundry down and took a thick towel to lie on the sofa. Currently, I’m sitting on it, with my nightie pulled up to my waist, and my knickers down around one ankle, and I’m slowly fingering myself. It’s most likely that I won’t post anything else this morning.

Lucy.
 
Pretending automotive waiting rooms are not the most boring thing in the world. Yes, there is a zen to sitting in this wonky chair; being in the moment with the smell of old magazines, burned coffee and the lingering aroma of gas and oil. The murmur of technicians telling dirty jokes, highlighted by the high pitched whir of an air ratchet sounding like a cat call. The elevated heart beat when they give you the estimate for repair.

Zen. Serenity. The subtle art of shining myself on.
 
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