ScarletDaisy
Curious Kitten
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Friday night, time for Daisy After Dark. This is the last one we have prepared, so where we go next is currently a mystery. But I'll be honest, I'm excited to see what happens.
Sharing these pictures has been a real exercise in trust for me. I have to trust myself to be strong enough to post. But first, I trust him to take pictures I will want want to share, and then I trust him to edit them so that I feel safe sharing them. Then I turn the trust over to you, my friends. Once I hit post, I am trusting you to see me at my most vulnerable and be kind and supportive -- to show me that it's OK to bare myself to you.
Daisy waited until later in the evening to talk to her husband. After dinner, as they sat down to watch Jeopardy, she grabbed the remote and clicked pause instead of fast-forward.
“So,” she started tentatively, with her left hand moving up to start endlessly twirling her hair. “I’ve been thinking about your friend. About the other night.”
He nodded at her, staying silent but placing his hand on her knee to encourage her to keep speaking.
“I’m just going to spit this all out – so bear with me. It’s all a jumble, but I want to talk about it.
“I keep thinking about that night. It turns me on so much to think about you and your friend watching me. I keep thinking about the pictures you sent him. I keep thinking about him looking at them. Thinking about me. I just keep thinking about everything, but I don’t know what the endgame is.” The words tumbled out of her, but she was relieved once she was done.
“Daisy,” he said with a smile. “There is no endgame. Why don’t we just enjoy it and see what happens. Your stranger keeps asking me if there are any more pictures you want to share.”
Daisy dropped the piece of hair she’d been weaving between her fingers and looked at her husband for a moment before asking, “Do you think he would like to come over again?”
As always, I thank him for the pictures and for the edits.
Sharing these pictures has been a real exercise in trust for me. I have to trust myself to be strong enough to post. But first, I trust him to take pictures I will want want to share, and then I trust him to edit them so that I feel safe sharing them. Then I turn the trust over to you, my friends. Once I hit post, I am trusting you to see me at my most vulnerable and be kind and supportive -- to show me that it's OK to bare myself to you.
Daisy waited until later in the evening to talk to her husband. After dinner, as they sat down to watch Jeopardy, she grabbed the remote and clicked pause instead of fast-forward.
“So,” she started tentatively, with her left hand moving up to start endlessly twirling her hair. “I’ve been thinking about your friend. About the other night.”
He nodded at her, staying silent but placing his hand on her knee to encourage her to keep speaking.
“I’m just going to spit this all out – so bear with me. It’s all a jumble, but I want to talk about it.
“I keep thinking about that night. It turns me on so much to think about you and your friend watching me. I keep thinking about the pictures you sent him. I keep thinking about him looking at them. Thinking about me. I just keep thinking about everything, but I don’t know what the endgame is.” The words tumbled out of her, but she was relieved once she was done.
“Daisy,” he said with a smile. “There is no endgame. Why don’t we just enjoy it and see what happens. Your stranger keeps asking me if there are any more pictures you want to share.”
Daisy dropped the piece of hair she’d been weaving between her fingers and looked at her husband for a moment before asking, “Do you think he would like to come over again?”
As always, I thank him for the pictures and for the edits.
My blood pressure got a workout today! But we pulled off our first division win -- in overtime!
