figures.

i feel like i'm emerging a bit. like coming out of a cocoon. i wonder if i will like my wings.

had a run in with the arabian horse last night. i'm chuckling to myself such a freudian description. mmm. he was yummy.

he says let me taste you, let me finish you. we'll see if it pans out. expectations are always a regret later it seems.

he has paid attention, though. about a year ago i mentioned dominant men just did it for me... and he remembered. it runs though my mind even now.

like i said, we'll see...

for someone who doesn't feel like writing, i seem to be rambling on.
notes, i guess.