Leavin', On A Jet Plane
All packed and ready to go.
Tomorrow at 3:30 pm, the bell rings at work, and I drive like the wind to Newark International Airport, there to catch a 6:30 plane bound for San Francisco. Tomorrow night, I'll be be in my Sir's arms, once again. How sweet is that?
I was planning on not checking my luggage, but as I packed, I realized that it sure wasn't going to happen. The chain collar, the cigar clippers... Understanding and competent as the folks working security at Newark seem to be, I don't want to chance it.
On Saturday, I'm meeting up with Special Guy for coffee, to catch up, see how he's doing. When I ran into him on my last trip, he looked great. SF is definitely his city.
And then Sunday, it's Dore Alley. This will be my first, and I'm looking forward to it. Especially looking forward to having my Sir show me off. At the end of his leash. Two things I've come to savor: submission and showing off.
Time for bed here. Want to get plenty of sleep. Busy day tomorrow.