Hello, world. It’s a fucking foggy Friday. I woke up to Podrick on one of my pillows, politely asking for a cuddle. I pulled him under the quilt with me and let him do his thing while I dozed. When he decided he had his “fill” of nursing on my palm, he curled up on my pillow, resting against my head. I barely felt him leave, and never felt Shawshank get up to close the bedroom door.
Yesterday was pretty boring. I had one good stream, and one boring stream. I used the afternoon for a TikTok stream, which went pretty well.
Lots of viewers stopping in, lots of chatting. I was in a good mood, and good-mood-Chicky gets more chatters than a resting bitch face does. Recently, I’ve been a lot more strict with the chatters who are there trying to goon over my feet. My chat filters out several feet-related words these days, so they can’t say anything. They try to tip to see them, and I won’t do it.
I’m also posting the dumb shit I was too chickenshit to post when I first set up my TikTok account four years ago. Stupid lip sync clips where I chew someone else’s words? Sign me the fuck up, I’m there. I’ve started replying to people with ridiculous, over the top flirty replies. My last one ended up with a most amusing trio of replies.
After dinner, I piled everything into the bed and streamed on Fansly. My one visitor tried to get me to talk dirty for free by just asking questions nonstop. What’s your favorite position? How do you like your foreplay? Do you like your toes sucked?
For the record, the answer to that last question is not “I want a guy who will recreate Lady and the Tramp with me, with me on one side of a patio table, stretching my foot out to him on the other, and he’s just sucking my toes like spaghetti”.
I don’t know what tonight holds. Probably a similar outcome. I’m going to have a chicken sandwich for dinner, and maybe get a little high and weird.
