La Boheme
April 06, 2003
We arrived home from the opera last night at around midnight. I was soft, and lamented that mine were the only hands to feel it.
A gin and tonic before the curtain rose, red wine at first intermission, and creme brule at second intermission coupled with the romance of live drama and I was utterly soft.
I felt like every inch of my hair and skin was fragrant and smooth. Petals.
Pantyhose, silk shirt, wool pencil-line skirt and belted coat atop a curvy heel.
It was a romantic, elegant evening.
I just hope I don't lose my figure before I can enjoy a romantic, elegant evening with a person who enjoys undressing me.