It's not that serious

Well not just any circus.. The circus with the animals are cruel and depressing
I'm talking about the circus
My vagina wants to join Cirque du Soleil

(She has good taste doesn't she)

Terick took me last night to Croteco as a late Valentine's Day thing... I must have had 4 mini-gasms watching those men dance like elves across the stage
so graceful
and yet
so masculine
like watching lions roaming around Africa
I've have often mused that if I were a lioness I would say “screw you “ to the one lion and start a lesbian herd only seeking out a male lion for procreation needs.


But after seeing the human male equivalent I caught a dangerous if not unsettling glimpse of the longing to willingly be someone's bitch.
And I gasped in shock at my own thoughts
“gasp”
and shivered
shiver
I clung to Terick's arm (hoping he would protect me from becoming someone's bitch) He leaned over and kissed my forehead..and I gasped again

“GASP”
mini-orgasm number 5

I was tuckered out by time we got home.  We cuddled and talked each other to sleep.  Which did not take long for me I slept so well I was so content.. So happy.

... no nyquil involved

and when I woke up at 8:07 (have to be at work for 8:30) he told me I looked so pretty while I slept.  (It was the first day in nearly a week that I had managed not to drool profusely on my left forearm.)  He told me my eyebrows were so perfect and my mouth so small... I told him that was because when I am asleep im not spewing profanity and its not really smaller it is just closed.  He kissed my tummy, ironed my work clothes and sent me off into the concrete jungle with a pleasant glow.

Yes my vagina wants to join the circus and so does Terick