A few moments from 2011 which I haven’t yet shared with you. Pro tip: Click on the pics to see slightly larger versions.
See those streaks of white? That’s what was left on Big Red after a really great call. Yummers. In terribly sad news, Big Red died a horrible death one night when I neglected to crate my dogs for the night before my anxious dog hit her mode of I’m-too-overtired-to-stop-myself-from-chewing-something-even-though-I-know-better. Don’t worry, I quickly replaced Big Red with Slightly Bigger Green, and I … uhhh… I’m all good.
Setting up the original Fuckatorium in the Austin house, I realized it might be of interest to some people that I do manual labor around the house in my bra. Oh sure, it’s an old cotton bra that was a cup size too small at the time, but it feels better than wearing a shirt! This is why I have those sports-bra-tank shirts, so if I need to work in the garage with the door open…
I learned to straighten my hair in April. Theoretically, I knew how before then, but April is when I practiced. This is my hair after I straightened it and then just curled the ends. It was a self-portrait with my old phone, in my Houston bathroom that has crazy brown stripey wallpaper which I will not miss after I move… But the place we’re moving, I’ll have much less bathroom mirror to work with, so I’ll miss that.
My pink egg-on-a-stick vibrator, usually used for clitoral stimulation, covered in my juices after I obviously used it for insertion. Vigorously. I so very much heart my pink egg. Big Green and Pink Egg are a fucking deliciously explosive combination.
Hmmm, maybe I should have just called this post “Girl Goo Gallery” (I just cracked myself up). See all that squishy white stuff on my ring finger? That was from me playing with myself on a call with just my fingers – I was begging was be allowed to use my vibrators and told I couldn’t. It still felt great. Just don’t tell him I said so.
It’s theoretically possible that a new in-person lover of mine took a few pictures of me early in the morning when I was too sleepy to protest, although I had on no makeup and my hair was a mess. Side note: How does me not showing the crack of my ass make the difference between this pictures being nakedness vs being porn? I’m baffled.
If I had a theoretical new in-person lover, it would theoretically be possible that I met with him recently for a second visit before I move away from Houston, because we’re not sure when we will be able to arrange to meet again in 2011. And if that happened, it would make logical sense that we might spend a bit of our time together with me playing dress-up and him taking a couple hundred pictures to add to his spank bank. I’m not saying for sure that’s what happened, of course… but it’s a nice shot, isn’t it?
Try not to miss me too much.