Coming to Town

Yawn. Followed by a yikes. A friend is arriving from out of town today. The apartment needs tidying. She’s a curious girl. She knows what I do and though she will deny ever having done the same, I know better. We are that close. And have been closer in days gone by. I suppose one could have called her my Mistress. She would fit me with a collar and leash and lead me round S&M clubs. I would be offered to others. The end of the evening would always see her wearing a strap-on. She liked that. And I wasn’t adverse to it either. So, Kirsty is coming to town. No wonder I’m smiling.