His pictures - My First

All wonderful pics of your ass. Cannot choose a favorite. However, watching you slide out of your jeans may be the winner just for the fantasy of you doing it for me.
 
Hello friends. It's Thursday night and for me, it's been a long week. Hopefully you have fared better. I wanted to share another Daisy After Dark, and hope you enjoy another peek into my diary. There are times I find myself wondering -- is there someone here who has seen my pictures? It's possible, isn't it?


From Daisy’s Diary:

We had [Redacted]’s company dinner tonight. We go every year, but this year felt different. I knew he was there. Somewhere. One of anyone that I was expected to mingle with and make small talk. [Redacted] had offered to tell me who he was – we talked on the drive over -- I still don’t want to know.

At first, I felt scared. I felt like everyone there had seen me. I found some strength inside. Maybe 85% rabbit, 15% lion. I did it, I pulled myself together.

By the time I made my way to the dessert table, my inner rabbit was calming down. I was wearing my favorite sundress, the food was great, and I was having a good time.

But I did find myself studying faces, looking for someone gazing at me with that knowing look. I wonder how many times I blushed for no reason.

Everyone loved my banana pudding.

We had a great time once we got home…I think he’d agree that I was all lion then. Well, maybe a little bunny, too.

What a good day!

As always, my appreciation to him for the photos and for the edits. 🩷
 
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