So right now, at the very second these words are being typed, I’m sitting naked in the Kink Live Model Cast boudoir. I’ve been spending some quality time around here (if you want to play, please keep your eye on the schedule!) during some of the odd-hour shoots. When it’s something late I make use of the model rooms here at Kink.Com. Yes, those horrible mean and torturous pornographers also open up their home to talent from near and far. It isn’t home, but it’s as close as I’m going to get when BART stops running.
My super sexy science stud is also busy at the Armory as well. He’s working on an artsy-sexy-indie film in which he plays a character that neither of us have any sympathy for whatsoever. He does it well, of course. His cast has been rehearsing since we got back from Haiti and are now beginning production. Often times it goes long into the night.
So now we miss each other during your standard work day. Then we have our second sex shift IN THE SAME BUILDING but we still miss each other, some how. On the nights that I crash at Kink they don’t need him to come in and shoot. On the nights he is here working late, I’m at home with the kitties.
So we’re two sluts passing in the night for now.
That’s just not right.
