Planet Hopping
Have you ever noticed that men who fly all the time are nicer than men who don't fly? Just seems that way. I think the key is rolling on a very heavy looking carry-on piece of luggage. Men appear from every direction to help you get it up into the overhead bin. Very cute. What can I say, I like men. And men who show off their muscles, as Popeye is apt to say, are even cuter. Could I get my very heavy carry-on bag up into the overhead bin on my own. Ah. Yeah...I do like to Cat Cow Roll a lot after all, but I'd rather watch them show off their man-ness in the world. Oh, yes, indeed.

I'm planet hopping again…in San Francisco at the vibrantly alive “S” studio in the Marina. The air is crisp and cool and the hills are calling out my curves. In class, the crazy of the city melts away with each breath, each hip circle, each waterfall of hair flowing over my face, and I hit that sublime high of my Erotic Creature heaven.

Bliss…