It is 3:44 a.m. on Thursday, Jan. 12 2006. I woke to beams of moonlight streaming in my window. The light from the full moon cascaded through the branches of the trees, tracing lace patterns on the ground. I inhaled, smiled and rose from my bed in the same outfit I had on in this post, including the nail polish.
I sit now before the glow of my computer and, oh my dearest readers, the joy that spills over me as I sit bare-breasted and gaze at the photo in Garrett's latest post escapes description.
Stay tuned for lesbian dreams, on which I will duly report when this dampness and breathlessness abates.