Commando

Last night, as the creeping tendrils of a lucid state were slowly making their way up to my consciousness, I imagined many many things.

My fingers were slowly working my nether regions.  Many nights this is purely something that is done to wind down, to help me sleep.  That being said, there are nights that it just feels good to gently caress my tender bits.

It might be a stretch to say this at this point, but I might just be able to have my cake and eat it too.

I say this knowing the other two sides of the triangle.  Much better than they know one another.  Of course that will change over the course of time, but it will put me in the drivers seat.  That is a position i have not been in for a few years now.  Not since Jake left, and Kansas and I had our wonder year together.  I was for the most part, always the one in the drivers seat.

I was imagining me in the drivers seat wearing the most beautiful harness/strap-on Jake could craft for me, and giving them both the what-for.  Take away from that statement what ever you want, i’m sure it would fit.

I have always enjoyed the thrill of driving with wild abandon, taking the corners way too fast, and generally just letting my balls fly free.