Weekly check-in number one!
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Posted:Jun 5, 2019 2:45 pm
Last Updated:Jun 7, 2019 9:01 pm
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Hello everyone!
Sorry for my recent absence, my laptop keyboard is still broken probably going to go buy a new one  but, I'm pretty close to being able to get to sometime this week so! Anyways, a pretty busy week this week, just got a new phone also so I'll be responding to minutes a lot more but I have been this past week, so if you been trying to make me for past days or so, expect me to reply sometime in the next 2 days 
PS - I'm looking to take a trip to Vegas, there is a particular exotic pet I've been wanting for years, and the closest pet shop carries them is located in Vegas... I'm looking to go between now & next week...
Just throwing it out there. 
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Not finished yet! :X
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Posted:Mar 26, 2019 7:47 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 4:55 am
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I hate how indecisive I am with the most mundane, unimportant things at times.
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After all, it's just lipgloss. It's not like it's going to last any more than five minutes at best, especially if the next three hours out the way I expect them to...
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"Wait, that's it... Why didn't I think of that sooner? Perfect!" I purr to myself as I grasp three tubes of lipstick & gloss and shove them into my bra, turning out the light in my room after slipping on a pair of thigh-high socks and making my way quickly through the house, slipping & sliding around almost every corner of the hardwood floor until I approach the staircase to the bottom level, my lips curling into one of those giddy, 'I'm back in high school and I'm about to ditch class so I can go meet my crush behind the bleachers to get high & make out" kinda smiles, my tongue running along my bottom lip slowly as I grasp the doorknob, slowly opening the door and walking down the stairs, making sure to lock the door on my way down.
It was pretty early, much too early for me to be awake usually. I like my sleep, I like it a lot. But, this is by far a worthy cause for me to miss out on the precious dreaming-time I enjoy in the early morning hours, I've decided... So, when my alarm went off at 5:50 AM, I pulled myself out of bed and into a warm shower and got all dressed up (or dressed down, considering I was in socks, a long t-shirt, & my newest lace-y bra and panty set... I can go back to being a Oneironaut* tomorrow night. I descended down the stairs to my roommate's guest bedroom... His spare room is usually only occupied by his brother whenever he's in town, but for the past two weeks a long-time friend had been staying over while his place was being renovated.
I had seen him around the house with my roommates a handful of times the first few days of his visit, though we didn't exchange too many words purely due to how much had been going on around the house & within our group of friends this week. To be honest, it wasn't until after him & had an exchange of some harsh words during a misunderstanding one night in the converted garage (the usual hang out spot in the house). I took a moment to step into the bathroom to shake out my hair and roll-on some of my favorite Black Opium perfume behind my ears, wrists, and the small of my back. I glanced in the mirror one last time, leaning against the sink as I recalled the conflict in the garage four nights prior, holding back a giggle at the the string of events that followed that somehow ended up with me where I was now...
It had been a hectic day for me that day, with too much on my plate, too little hours in a day, and too many distractions and diversions for me to be anything except a stress-case by the end of the day. My roommate and one of my best friends (I'll refer to him as RW) wasn't feeling too great, and I had planned on going down and spending some time with him soon as I had a chance , but of course, like I said, it was that kinda day that even trying to keep to a time schedule was futile no matter how good my intentions were, so it wasn't until much later in the evening did I have a chance to make it down to visit my friend. I walked down the stairs, through the guest bedroom where his friend from out-of-town was playing some console game with another one of our friends, and into the converted garage, where I found RW passed out on one of the futons. I frowned, silently scolding myself for taking so long to make it down like I had promised and not wanting to disturb his sleep, I quietly cleared off some of the things off the futon and looked for a blanket to cover RW with before going back upstairs.
Half way through this, I heard something fall on the floor behind me. I turn around quickly with a, "Shhhh!" shooting an irritated glance in the direction of the noise. His friend was in the back moving something around. I shook my head, and went back to tucking in RW, when not more than a few seconds later, a much louder crash echoed in the converted garage, which caused my friend to stirr and wake up half-way, murmering something in irritation in his groggy state.
"Do you fucking mind!? He's trying to sleep, can't you see that? Quiet the fuck down!" I snapped, my eyes narrowed as I spun around to face his friend who had now walked back twoards the door to the guest bedroom.
"Uh, yeah I do fucking mind. I had to close the roll up door, it's fucking broken. Don't tell me to quiet the fuck down." He replied in a tone that matched mine, walking into the guest room, leaving the door open. I swear to god, I felt like I was watching Pulp Fiction for a moment there from how many times between the two of us we had dropped the 'F-bomb' I thought to myself with a slight grin.
Somehow, three days and four orgasms later, here I find myself, ab
My sock-clad feet silently stepping towards the bed.
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