Only two days left of serving the unruly, disgruntled, crabby, smelly holiday patrons. Then I am off for ten days –no library, no city, no temperamental German bitch of a car, no worrying about cock hunting, none of my normal daily existence. Sounds perfect. I am in search of a little solitude, decompression, maybe even some sort of pussy resolution (?), and of course snow. I want to play in the snow. I want to ride my bike in the snow, go skiing, sledding and ice skating. Archetypical Colorado, especially if I pair it all with a canned beer. I want that silence of snow. I want to stay in bed as the snow falls around me. I want to do those things in my mind that remind me of home. Those things that remind, why I like to go back, and at the same time why I remain on the West Coast. We have these threads that connect us to our people, to our family and friends, to people we can no longer define, but their threads still remain. Without these threads, we lose our identity.

Christmas in Colorado; there will be a few of us tipsy, a few overly drunk, there will be Uncle Tony smoking a joint in the Garage (drunk), trying to get me to hit on it and stand out there and talk to him for an hour. It will be loud, raucous, a large amount of overly indulgent food enhanced from the hit of Uncle Tony’s joint. And about a thousand bouncing kids (no wonder we are all drunk).

Two days of family then the rest will be spent staying with friends, because those threads that we chose are more often our real family than those that our not chosen.

Today though, the library. I am going to kill them with kindness, sweetness, and my striking vixen smile. No crab asses are going to fuck with my day. I am going to look dangerously cute. I am even going to wear a dress, I and very little else. I am going to wear my smart balls and I am going to bring my vibrator to work. I am going to behave frisky, flirt and smile whenever possible. I may even give a cock my phone number. I am going to torture the security guard with my sexuality, I am going to make him have a hard cock all day. I am going to flirt with my coffee boys,  with janitors, the old men, and the stuffy librarians (mr. crumpley suit). I am going to be flirt tease all day, I’m going to keep my pussy wet, hungry ready for me to fuck at each chance I get.

I am going to fantasize about the last time you fucked me. How your cock filled me up, how when you stood up your cock pointed toward the heavens and my lips just melted around your beam like it was it meant to be.  All that saliva and spit, flowing out of my mouth dripping on to the floor between us, as I devoured every inch. You taste so good. Looking up at your cock, glossed in my spit, and dripping in your own pre-fluid, making my head spin and cunt thump. Your hand landing on the back of my head, pulling me back in to finish the job. Opening wide in anticipation, you fill me a few more times, pulling my head off and up so my eyes are on yours, you begin to stroke. I love it when you when you wrap your hand around your own cock for me to see, finishing what I started. Release splashes out and hits my tongue and lips, your knees bending as the strength leaves your body and enters mine.