Soft and warm and creamy

Four and a half hours until the new year.
Another year for my Master and me.

A check-up with the dermatologist showed me still free of cancer after 23 and a half years.

Hours with Daddy my Master showed us happy in each other's company. Plus he bought me  a BLT for lunch! On white toast. With mayonnaise. I love BLTs... Next week, we both go back to abstemious eating and regular exercise. And I return to my ordained bedtime.

We make each other happy.
Even with all the sturm und drang, we make each other happy.

Now off to a party.

Though after my pre-party nap I'm soft and warm and creamy and would rather just stay home, curled up with a cat or two, feeling my Master's arms around me as if he were still here.

I would be naked.
He, to start, would be wearing a sport jacket with his jeans.
The contrast gets me every time.

Every time.

I wish you all a happy, healthy, and peaceful New Year.
And love.
Joy and sex and lots of love.

I love you, Daddy.
For ever and ever.