Our Little Floof
Added 2022-06-21 22:48:19 +0000 UTCWhen Max got home from work I was reading Anna’s book. She took her boots off, stripped out of the fire retardant clothing she has to wear so her clothes don’t melt into her skin at work, took a long draw from her vape and raised an eyebrow, “What’s it about?” She gestured to the book, “Anna being a little floof?” She exhales a cloud of vapour.
I try to find a way to encapsulate this kinky sexy hysterically funny insightful book, full of musings about anxiety, perspective and panic. It’s about dating, growing, following hunches, understanding your complicated desires, making mistakes, loving too hard, “Yeah…” I blush a little. “It’s about her being a little floof.”
When I told Anna about this review she pointed out that she would be dressing like a little floof for Ms.O’s housewarming party that night. Perfect, because I had plans for her. We discussed some tasks and casual scenes for the evening.
She wasn’t lying, her frilly froofy purple outfit was reminiscent of a femme-bot, vintage 50’s sex-kitten vibes. Adorable.
Since it was almost Summer Solstice I wanted to set some intentions with the coven, some sort of sexy spell. This evolved quickly into writing summer wishes and daydreams onto Anna’s body. Words on bare flesh.
Here’s how it started: “Anna’s a good girl… mostly.”
(All of the posts from this playful night will be under the tag “housewarming”.)
