Grass,Tats, and Class

Lets back up to last night.
I went over to my aunts to talk about about a business we're putting together.
One thing lead to another and..I got high.

I havn't been for over two years.
I knew the time would come..and it did. When she threw the pipe in front of my face my lips reached out and kissed it.

I wasn't as geeky as I feard I'ld be. I enjoyed it ;)
We we're actually quite productive, although on a daily basis, I understand her more when Im sober and she's high.
Good to know.

Now I just got home from getting my tattoo done.
I've been trying to get this down for about 6 months.
Its a star made up of music notes and its on my left hip and falls into my front.
Finally, I did it. And I LOVE it. It looks amazing, and feels like acid.
When he was done he rubbed me down with alcohol and cleaned it up.
I didn't realize how long it'd been since someone full on touched me there..and like that ;)
I got caught up in the moment and then snapped out of it before a sex moan slipped off my tounge.

Im classy.