Ilovekaraoke.
But there’s no way I’m staying tonight. I need to get a grip on my emotions. Play with my kittens. Knit.
Hell, it’s a good night to get some work in on my side hustle. Really feeling in the mood right now. And I’m a tad overdue on my nextassignment.
As it were.
But instead, I dash up to the room just long enough to change my pants, and then I head to the beach.
Need a little peace and solitude. Meditation time. Be one with nature. Get my head back on straight and a little less embarrassed before I bombard myself with the kitten brigade.
Don’t want them to know what I did.
They’d be the wrong kind of nice about it.
Remind me how much Laney fell in love with them this afternoon.
Make me wish she was there so I could kiss her. Pull her into the bedroom and show her I’m not some green buck who only comes in his pants.
Jesus.
Last time that happened?
Never.
Never’s the last time.
Don’t know how long I walk. How long I sit when I find the perfect sitting rock and tune in to the sounds of the ocean while I watch the occasional light of a passing ship.
I do know I’m grateful for the moon lighting the beach, even if the moon being so high and bright means no Milky Way viewings this week. Grateful for the small knitting needles that I can tuck into my pocket with an equally small ball of yarn too.
Don’t knock the knitting.
It’s meditative.
Important, even.
Plus, it reminds me of my mom. She taught me to knit in the hopes it would be enough ofsomethingto fidget with during the times when I needed to sit still.
Not that I was ever brave enough to take it to school, where it would’ve probably helped me the most.
Didn’t want other kids making fun of me.
Ironic that it’s one of the things my fans and followers in my side hustle seem to love most about me now.
Eventually, I find my inner peace again. I’m totally zen as I start my walk back.
Harmonious with all that has happened tonight.
Yeah, I blew my load in my pants. But Laney’s a woman. An attractive woman that I’ve always had a secret thing for who was rubbing her pussy all over me. Of course I got hard and lost all of my control. Who wouldn’t have?
Plus, it’s been a while since my last hookup.
Guess I’m getting pickier.
Pickier?
More insecure?
