Miss me yet?

Miss me yet?

I almost like being missed more than any other emotion a human can have with me. As with most other things we are just waiting to be embraced.
I’m looking for someone to embrace my feet, and how amazing they are.
What I’m looking for is someone to embrace my desire to be bitten right in between my shoulder blades hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to tear the skin.

Dogs do it too. Just call me bitch.
Ewww…
If you’re lucky enough to read this, then it means I haven’t come to my senses yet and taken it the fuck down.

Did I mention California and how repressed these very open, expressive, socially conscience people are?
No, we’ll they’re fucking polite.
In San Diego, everyone’s too fucking polite. I would actually define it as passive aggressive more than politeness.

I hate that shit, say it, stop repressing yourself!

“I like lots of things.”