Date, good food, driving, predicament of the takeout boxes, music, hugs, affection, canes, counting, orgasm that didn't stop.
I'm happy, a little spacey, but still functional. It feels weird, but good to experience play in moderation, instead of "feast or famine"
Because the problem with feasts is that you eat yourself sick.
3-5 small meals a day? 😄
I'm going to bed happy, healthy, relaxed, and spoiled. Mmmm.
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