When I lived in my fraternity house during my second year of college, I got lucky. Quite by chance, I was assigned a room to share with a fraternity brother named John. He was a beautiful guy, and very immodest. He often hung out naked in our room, and he always slept naked. John had the most beautiful butt: rounded, white and firm. I had to fight the urge to touch his rear, every time I saw it.
John, where are you today? Is your butt still as beautiful as it was back then? Do you still hang out naked when you’re home?
I stayed up late last night, reviewing the final edits on my soon-to-be-published novel. As a result, I didn’t get up until 9:30 this morning, so I skipped my usual walk on the beach. I wolfed down breakfast, and then I got to work on the book again.
It’s 11:30 AM now, and I’m done reviewing for the morning. My boyfriend’s home this morning; he’s studying his law books as I write this post. In just a little while, we will share a nice lunch, and then I’ll drive into town to visit the YMCA for a workout and lap-swimming, while my boyfriend will attend class.
Outside, it’s another beautiful fall day in central Florida. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, and the temperature is around 75 degrees. When my boyfriend gets home this evening, I plan to grill pork chops over charcoal. I’ll team the chops with Cajun “dirty rice” and steamed squash. Doesn’t that sound good?
Darn, I got in such a hurry this morning I forgot to shave, so I’d best do that now, before it’s time for lunch. Have a nice Monday, friends, wherever you might be today.