I’m a bad girl. I’m a performer, it’s just what I do. Wednesday held an impromptu reading at a club. Now, before Canary was even conceived I had a budding career as a spoken word artist.
Which apparently, I’m getting back into. I’ve no choice in the matter. After having not one but three impromptu performances thrust on me. Maybe it’s best to go in the direction I’m pushed?? It sure beats trying to swim upstream.
I’ve downed countless ume sake all bought by others. Properly lit of course. Upon consuming each I wonder if my Ume can feel my lips or my intoxication. I can certainly feel his fire kisses in my throat and my belly. When I’m really lonely and the club’s closing i’ll ask the bartender for a “Daddy kiss” none of them know what I mean one bartender actually kissed me!
I miss Ume and tonight’s Tantrum report will be probably be late but FULL of good news. I wrapping up some dealings and making plans, I might need to crawl into bed and orgasm myself to sleep before I can write Ume. He’ll understand i’m sure, he’s very understanding of his little tantrum.
Which bodes extremely well for me.
I’ve missed Babykat too. Sometimes it’s hard to make our schedules match up. Next week it should be better. I’m going to be mostly busy with writing which keeps me home. My sadist streak has been flaring up. I suspect a beating is in her future.
She’ll enjoy that, I’m sure.
Well, off to go make some major deals…