After my trip to the Dark Garden tent, and purchase of a stunning corset, we continued wandering. I was feeling good. Really good. Sexy even.
The corset is stunning and one person wanted to look at it closer. At first she started to ask me if she could look at it, then stopped herself, turned to Cam and said, “Is she yours, can I touch her.” He, to his credit, didn’t try to explain the intricacies of our relationship, mentioned he owned me as much as I owned him and then granted permission for me to be examined.
The past few weeks the phrase “is she yours?” keeps running through my head with lots of warm fuzzies attached to it.