Basically, only two more weeks of work left. Wow! It went by fast. Now I’ll have the summer to catch up on a whole lot of stuff, which includes toying with the site so that it can be more update-friendly. Sam & I took some interesting pics a few nights ago… with a bit of an erotic edge to it.
You see, about a year or so ago, I went into Urban Outfitters, and was surprised and amused to find a T-shirt that looked like Robin on sale (exactly like the far right–sorry the pic isn’t larger, but since it was so long ago, it’s the only one I could find). It fit me like a glove, and was on sale, so on a whim, I bought it. It’s not the sort of thing you can wear everyday (I was going to wear it to a Comic Con one day), but on another whim, I decided to wear it out last weekend during a small local event of nerd types.
Inspired, I decided to wear it that night. In addition to the shirt, I had purchased a leather mask to go with it, which I also wore… along with black bikini underwear. And naturally, our “hero” Robin found himself captured by the bad guy, bound, ball-gagged, and forced to endure unspeakable smells of feet and socks being shoved into his helpless face. Wow, I’m getting hard again just thinking of it! Roleplaying has never been more entertaining.
I’m also semi-obsessed with the feet of a co-worker, who insists on working barefoot all the time. He has soft and supple looking soles, and I’m practically drooling over them all day long, trying to be as discrete as possible, while at the same time resisting all urges to drop to the floor and bury my face in them. I did get to sneak a whiff at his shoe one day, while was working in another studio and I was alone. Sadly (for me), they smelled of lotion, and not feet, which was also a bit surprising, since I had thought he had actually been barefoot in the shoes all day that day. So I’m guessing his feet may not actually smell much, which disappoints me a bit. But the tenderness of his soles get me going… and I’ll probably be working with him quite a bit over the next year. I’d better watch out!
(I am kidding… I’m still very happy with Sam, and all is going very well. He knows how I feel about this guy’s feet. And I really do know better than to mess with this. But oh Lord, the temptations, oh Lord!)
