Daddy sent me to the grocery store this morning wearing a low cut tank top that did nothing to hide the word carvings I have on my chest.  Walking around, the only thing I could think of was that the whole store could see the words “cum dumpster”, “whore” and “bitch” prominently displayed right above my tits.  It was exhilarating and embarrassing at the same time.  No one in the store seemed to notice until I got to the check out lane.  The cashier noticed immediatly and I’m pretty sure I started blushing because it got awfully hot in there all of a sudden. lol  She made the usual small talk of “Hi, how are you?” all while staring right at my chest.  This is the same grocery store I always go to and I’ve been through her lane before and she’s usually very bubbly and friendly, but not today.  I think I might have offended someone…..yay!  She was all business, no smiling, no nothing, her eyes only met mine once or twice.  For the most part, she was scanning items and studying the words on my chest. lol  (I have pink high-lights in my hair, hard to tell in the pics, but I do) I came home and told Daddy that I was pretty sure everyone at Food City would be talking about me now…..”you know that chick with the pink hair that comes in here all the time…she’s got scars on her chest that say “cum dumpster”, “whore” and “bitch”!”  Not very scandalous, but it is for this small conservative town and I’m loving it!  I can’t wait to go back in there, hope that particular cashier is working that day too. lol

Other than that, not much has being going on around here.  Daddy and I got the opportunity to “storm the beach” before he had to get ready to go to work.  He motioned for me to go to the bedroom and once there I stripped all my clothes off and laid down on the bed.  Daddy didn’t waste any time, he mounted me and started pounding me into the mattress - God it felt sooo good, I wish we could’ve had more time.  It was quick, but wonderful and anytime I get to please Daddy is a good time to me.  *smiles*

Later on, I was talking to my friend Amanda on the phone.  She’s an incredibly open-minded person, she knows all about our lifestyle because we’ve talked about it at great length, but she herself has no interest in it at all.  I was telling her about how my bathing in blood fantasy was going to be remaining just a fantasy and she said something to the effect of “Don’t do that!  Don’t let your dream die just because finding a way to make it happen seems impossible.  I’ll help you figure it out and if you want, you can use some of my blood too.”  I damn near cried.  I couldn’t believe that here she was brainstorming ways we could make this thing work and offering to let me draw some of her blood to use with mine in an attempt to make my fantasy a reality.  Now THAT’S a friend.  She’s one of the so-called dreaded, evil, icky “vanilla” people (sarcasm) and she’s more open-minded than some kinky people.  I seriously doubt I will take her up on her more than generous offer, but I do credit her with resurrecting my dream.  *smiles*