elgac's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yellow rubber gloves Ok I don't have cancer but Bella my kitty love does. So I am trying to get her to let go at home. I have been giving her kitty morphine twice a day. The cancer is all over her and now she is whizzing. I come home when I do leave...and I hope that she is alive and at the same time I hope she is dead. ~Sigh~ Then I have Justin. We have been continuing our sexual exploration of each other. Thank the Goddess I'm having sex right now with all the stupid shit I have flung at me currently. This morning I was washing my dishes in my 1960's house dress, also using my yellow dish gloves due to the dishes being covered in pepper juice that had already burned me while I was cooking before. Justin looks at me and smiles making a sly comment about the dress and gloves. He walks over pulls my panties half way down pushes me up against the sink, un-zips my dress pulls out my breasts kisses on me. Then walks away stands in my hallway where I can still see him and proceeds to touch himself. Let me also mention I never stopped washing dishes. He then walks away and goes off to play on his laptop. A bit later he comes in and kisses on me, pushes me down on his lovely cock I have become quite fond of. Next thing I know I�m pushed against the back kitchen door and well yeah nice� What a strange dichotomy to be in currently, on one hand I have a close friend dying next to me and the other I have a great imaginative lover fucking my brains out. 1:14 p.m. - 2006-06-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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